This is a merge of my 'Wanderer' blog that tells of two years of my three years on the streets, and a new blog that tells of my life after the Diocese of Winchester ripped through my life for for the last few years on top of the previous serious harm that left me homeless
This is a day to day blog of my life as I continue to survive, work on recovery and on the social problems that I have and try to come to terms with limitless traumas I have survived along the way.
This blog is in tandem with my blog about my experiences in the Church of England

The former name of this blog and the name of it's sister blog are to do with my sense of humour, which I hope to keep to the end, which appears to be ever more rapidly approaching. At least I laughed, and I laughed at the people who were destroying me. Don't forget that.

Here are my books, which I wrote for you if you would like to know more:

Tuesday, 2 September 2014

Tuesday Afternoon

Good afternoon,

Well I was about to go out this morning, when a letter was on the mat, so I wrote a reply and headed for post office.
As I cycled back, the sea was grey and moody under low cloud, choppy, with cloud and mist over the hills, so I didn't want to swim, but as the day wore on, the sun came out, and the sea was emerald and inviting.
I biked up the bay and swam alone. The hills one side were clear light green under a pale sky, while the Great Hill was shrouded in mist. The sea was choppy with surf breaking far out and strong, so the swim was challenging.
I dried a bit in the still warm sunshine and came home. The swim clothes are in the wash.

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