Visit to Paul, Yolande and Ewan (shortly known as Paulandwin)
If this place kills me with its miles of walking in the Rotherfield country side, then what a way to die. Durban beach, Clarence, you have serious competition. The English countryside is winning by a head.
I thought Yolande and Paul had an information virus: hello, I am 62 and strolling on the beach is my marathon. The more they walked, the more they walked. That beauty gave me a blood transfusion. Morbid thoughts of having to leave Kim were eliminated by involuntary fresh air sucking up to me. I even climbed over a farm gate.
God’s creative beauty also engraved itself in the praises the 3 month old Ewan and I lifted up to heaven while a noisy pagan procession was taking place outside. In one beautiful child’s eyes I saw creation, I saw sunrises, I saw England and I saw God look and God say: “It is good.”