Love knows no bounds…………
This may never have happened to you. You’ve been on a shopping trip, arrived home (15 miles away) and discovered you have left an item of personal clothing on the checkout desk. Yes, it happened to us and……..yes, it was my
fault…….;0( Jenny had put her cardigan into my ‘safe-keeping’ while she browsed, and it was me who had left it on that checkout desk. Damn it….!
It would be natural to count the cost of returning to the shop (time and fuel) in the light of the value of the garment. To go or not to go? Well the answer was there in my garage. Any self-confessed cycling addict will have the solution to such a conundrum……. just make the shop the destination of the next ride, and go and enjoy the ride. Simple really. To the average non-cyclist, a 29 mile round trip simply to retrieve a garment would be a right royal pain in the ‘butt’. However, jumping on my trusty old Raleigh Apex, 1hr 50 mins later I was back home enjoying an enormous latte with chocolate sprinkles, which put a smile ;0) back on my face, and the returned cardigan put a smile back on Jenny’s face. Love knew no bounds……..
Keysoe, a hot bed of dissent. I passed through the Bedfordshire village of Keysoe and discovered from its information board that in the 17th century the village had been a hot bed of religious dissent. A break-away community felt that Christian worship should be simplified, and formed their own prayer gatherings. Three of the village men had been jailed alongside John Bunyan in the County Gaol, only to be eventually released in the run up to the Act of
Toleration in 1689, which permitted dissenting forms of worship. In the 19th century, even the dissenters were divided by dissent, and the Baptist Chapel (that is still in use today) is the legacy of such divisions. The English countryside may have the appearance of a quiet pastoral idyll, but don’t be deceived!