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Four perfect days in Wales








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posted by beckyboo @ 10:15 PM 1 comments

Coniston Trip
9-11 March 2007

more photos here.

Next week: Cardiff!

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posted by beckyboo @ 8:29 AM 1 comments

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth, 1804.

Rebecca Tan leaves for the Coniston, Cumbria, in the Lake district tomorrow at 4pm, almost exactly 100 years after Wordsworth's poem was published. Maybe she'll write a poem or two and do some sketches. See how she feels.

Bet this will make Wei min feel jealous because they only spent 3 hours there:
Coniston is a popular spot for hill-walking and rock-climbing; there are fine walks to be had on the nearby Furness Fells and Grizedale Forest, and some of the finest rock in the Lake District on the eastern face of Dow Crag, three miles from the village.

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posted by beckyboo @ 6:49 AM 0 comments

Stratford and Warwick Trip



Slow down, you move too fast
You've got to make the morning last
Just kicking down the cobblestones
Looking for fun and feeling groovy

I got no deeds to do, no promises to keep
I'm dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep
Let the morningtime drop all it's petals on me
Life, I love you
All is groovy






My friend Fred, the big green plant monster, peeked around the corner and waved me a cheeky "hi!". I don't think anyone else saw him.





The open window was too inviting to resist.












Warwick Castle


Does this make my butt look fat? Eh, Lourdes?



The home of lords, earls and other historical figures for a few good centuries. Now a tacky tourist destination, replete with cheesy re-enactments, wax figures, expensive eating outlets and of course, merchandise.

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posted by beckyboo @ 4:55 AM 2 comments

A simple prayer from the heart.

Thank you, God, for friends who are almost family, whose kindness and friendship warms the cold winter days. Thank you for London, and for the opportunity and privilege to be travelling like that. Thank you for getting us home safe and sound, late wake ups and delays notwithstanding. But thank you most of all for Jesus, continue to teach me of His precious, ultimate worth.

How deep the Father's love for us
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure
How great the pain of searing loss!
The Father turned His face away
As wounds which mar the chosen one
Bring many sons to glory

Behold the Man upon the Cross
My sin upon His shoulders
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice
Call out among the scoffers
It was my sin that held Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath as brought me life
I know that it is finished

I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no power, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection
Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom

1 Corinthians 13:12
For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.

Amen.

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