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Mellifont Abbey

The gate swung open unbidden. The creaking of the hinges shattered the calm of the trees surrounding him, bringing him sharply to his senses.

Beyond the gate he could make out a building. The windows were shuttered, but he had a feeling that the house wasn’t empty, merely sleeping, waiting for the moment when someone would arrive to wake it from its reverie.

The lawns were tended, and he wanted to take a step forward, to get a better look at the garden, but immediately felt as if he would be trespassing, unwanted, into grounds that had been perfectly manicured by a gardener who had every intention of keeping them that way, no matter what happened.

To walk forward or to turn and run? Intruders were definitely not welcome here, and, without any shadow of a doubt, he would be intruding. But he also felt that it was too late. With the opening of that gate, the barrier had been broken and he was left with only one choice.

He felt himself take a step towards the Abbey…


Ahead of this weekend’s Mass Observation post, a little bit of randomness I came across during a walk the other day.

Picture this: You’re walking along a rarely used country lane, the only things around you are field and the occasional farm building.

You see something out of the corner of your eye – a flash of colour in amongst the green vegetation.

It is a book.

Homeopathy for Babies and Children was either outgrown or dismissed as new age bunkum, something you’d only find in somewhere like Glastonbury…

Oh, wait…