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Bolton

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Disused railway bridge on Barnburgh Lane Yesterday, I caught a train to a large village called Bolton-upon-Dearne. It is located north of Rotherham between Swinton and Goldthorpe in an area that was the beating heart of the South Yorkshire coalfield. As each year passes, that proud industry of yore becomes more and more like a distant memory. Even the landscape is concealing what once was. It was a lovely afternoon. I had a planned walk to undertake while at the same time bagging four more 1km map squares for The Geograph Project - adding to the 18,602 images I had already submitted. To tell you the truth, I was feeling a little unwell so I had deliberately plotted a sensible distance of around 3.5 miles before returning to Bolton-upon-Dearne's railway station in time for the 16.32 train home. Bolton Brickyard Ponds I met a man with a bulldog. It had a head as big as a large cauliflower. It was his daughter's dog. It tried to hump my leg which I found most disagreeable....

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 Treatment One complete.  Some thoughts: Please thank God for your health. Yesterday my body painfully received its Christmas gift. I say it every time. It’s amazing what you will be thankful for in times of pain. Now, I wait as liquid gold works its magic. I will feel like crap for hopefully just a few days. I’m not patient, but for it to work properly I must rest. If that means my activity is limited to going from the bed to the couch…you get it.  It feels like a miracle that my bodily functions are returning to normal. If TMI…I’m sorry. This is the not so pretty reality of disability. A friend told me yesterday she was grateful I gave her a reality check as to what not to take for granted.  I’m grateful. God is forcing me to rest. Not argue. Not explain. I’m being forced to tend to my own grass. I don’t have the energy to discuss anything at this point.  Love your neighbor. Love yourself. Be decent.  from R's rue https://ift.tt/h9uYjtO