Tomorrow, I will be driving for five hours until I reach a small harbour, where I hope that a boat will be waiting for me. If the sea isn't too rough, I will be following in Bilbo and Frodo Baggins' footsteps and sailing west to a land beyond the sea, or at least beyond a mobile phone signal; a place that the ancient Celts regarded as one of the isles of the dead.
Unlike the Bagginses, I have bought a return ticket.
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I think I understand you.
If you close your eyes, and listen hard, maybe you will manage to hear the Elves' voices.
They really haven't left..
They are just waiting for us to turn our hearing aids.. off ? up ?
Strike the vocabulary "hearing aids" as being incompatible with your... quest..
Godspeed.
The isle of the living dead. The Isle of Wight then?
Bon voyage! We look forward to hearing from you on your return. xoxox
Debra - If I hear the voices of any elves, I'll make sure I see my doctor when I return.
Rog - The Isle of Sheppey holds that accolade, I think. If you haven't been there, don't bother.
Carol - Thank you. I hope I'll have some interesting photos to share. It looks a very odd place.
It's Craggy Island. Careful now!
Roget - I hope I'll arrive in time for the Lovely Girls competition, but failing that, the spinning cat will suffice.
safe travels-
Bon voyage and happy holiday, if it is that.
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