R's rue

  On Monday morning I drove east. Through Tickhill and Bawtry then on to Gainsborough. After Gainsborough, I travelled through the village of Corringham and that's when I spotted an old mill standing in a field of bright yellow rapeseed. There was nowhere to stop and I was on a fairly busy "A" road with a big white lorry behind me. It would have been dangerous to pull in and so I just kept on driving, knowing that I was leaving a fine photo opportunity behind me. However, returning from Louth on Tuesday afternoon, I prepared  to stop and three hundred yards before reaching the old mill, I turned onto a side road and parked Clint safely in a field entrance. I was feeling pretty weary as I hobbled along the grass verge until I could find a way into the field. Passing motorists may have been thinking, "Is he an escaped lunatic?" but I didn't care. East Mill, Corringham was used as a corn mill through most of the nineteenth century but I could not fin...

 Today’s one of those days. Trusting what I can’t know. Trusting what I don’t understand. My mind and I are in a battle. It’s in these times, I realized I’ve not come to full acceptance, full trust in who God has made me to be. You all tell me to give myself grace, so since you repeatedly give that sage advice, pray I can do just that. Thank you for coming back each day to hear me complain about the same darn thing again and again. Love you all.  from R's rue https://ift.tt/3PIaMkb

  Bluebell broke down again today which was more my fault than hers. The same easily mended issue with the gear stick which I promised myself I’d sort two months ago. The RAC man should have bollocked me but he didn’t and I was on my way within an hour. I’d broken down next to the pond in the next village, So the hour turned to be incredibly relaxing. I rearranged the inside of the car, moved lunch with my friend to Friday and arranged a visit to see old Trefor at his nursing home in Rhyl later today.  I found some general purpose wipes and washed my face and in a fit of self care rooted into the glove box and found a container of face moisturiser accidentally left in the car by work colleague.  Without really thinking I took a huge scoop and lathered my face as though I was about to swim the channel then looked up through the windscreen.  What was I thinking? Walking towards me, not ten yards away from Bluebell were three hikers. I rubbed my face and the bl...