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The cafe on the cliffs above Thornwick Bay How gorgeous it was to ramble upon chalky Flamborough Head on such a diamond day. The witch doctors of meteorology got it right.  It felt like the very last day of summer. I didn't even need to don a jacket. This morning I set out with Tony at 9 a.m., heading north. The four mile route took in Thornwick Bay before cutting inland to Flamborough village and then back to Nightingale Cottage via the road to North Landing. Thornwick Bay Tony drove back to Beverley at midday. He had a bowling match this afternoon -  the last of the season. South Landing After lunch, Shirley and I headed south on a  longer walking route that took us to Flamborough's two lighthouses and then on to the little bay known as South Landing where the village's lifeboat  is housed, awaiting possible marine emergencies. The old lighthouse at Flamborough - built in 1674 Then we trudged up the rising access lane that brought us into the vi...

 Lord,  As I age I am starting to understand. I don’t conform. Give me James Taylor and Carole King. Give me foreign films over Marvel. I’d rather speak any other language than English. I reread my favorite books all the time. The memories I swore I wanted to forget are now the ones I long to remember. I long for the recipes of my grandparents. I’ve tried to recreate it, but it doesn’t compare. The people I didn’t want to be like as a child, are the ones that I wish I could see again. I don’t know if forty is magic, or if I’m too tired to fight fate. God brings you to your knee, but if needed, He will sit you down Indian-style like a child. Don’t ask how I know. My mind just went blank. The tears are falling. They’re not sad, but bittersweet that I’m becoming the person You desire me to be. I always thought following God’s will or plan was a chore. I’m starting to wonder if what I’ve fought for years is now a blessing. An honor and privilege. I don’t know if my bank account w...