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As I sit down to write my piece for this week’s newsletter, I find my situation acting as a microcosm of what happens in the national press on a daily, sometimes hourly basis; holding a mirror to two things which are at the root of so many problems within the national discourse.
There’s one way you can tell that you’re the very first of the early runners to jog the paths of the water meadows of a morning: it is that you’re the one breaching the spider web threads spanning from one side to the other, gathering across your face like so many Lilliputian ropes cast around Gulliver.
Optimism. A sometimes maligned word, thanks to the fact that some folk endow it with overtones of naïveté and whispy scents of a goggle-eyed refusal to look hard facts in the face.
It is a real pleasure to write my first piece for The Pilgrims’ Way and if I have yet to get a chance to meet you in person, I do hope that I can do soon.
