The sea, like the hills and the sun, has pulling power. It draws the naturally sensitive amongst us out. I no longer go. I am pulled.
Today, I took the wee back train to Paisley Canal and set off on the lovely Sustrans path down to Gourock via some idyllic scenes and far-reaching views. This is your real tele-vision - these far-reaching vistas - this seeing into the horizon... into the vertical. The vertical dimension of Being is one which we have ignored for too long. It is here, on these short 'quests' that one can re-establish it within.
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