I plugged my Denon earphones in and put a timer on for 45 minutes. I set off walking from Silsden towards Kildwick along the banks of the Leeds Liverpool canal which has ducks and barges on. The most time I've ever managed is thirty minutes and so I've never reached my destination of The white Lion pub. But today, as I strolled with a film podcast in my ears, I realised I was in pastures new and, yes, Lo and behold, there was a village. 40 minutes was the actual time of travel by foot. I sat down in a church yard quiet for two minutes before seeing the time and having to walk back. I didn't even go inside for a wee. I got in my van and drove to cineworld to watch FRANK which was my film of the year so far followed by SABOTAGE which I was totally fine with. The afternoon was here by the time I returned home. I watched a little tv before researching a pub in Haworth where we are doing an investigation next week.
Minecraft and music prevailed in my final hours of Sunday. I feel good about myself with a shade of self doubt. I worry about being forgotten about. A faded memory from some forgotten year. A fossil at 40.
A square peg in a world of round holes.
23:13pm. I guess that my weekend is over. I've set my alarm clock to the new time of 6am in the hope of maybe showering or just pottering before work.
If I fall over in the woods with no one around to hear me, will I make a sound?
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