Pipers at the gates of dusk

Heaven itself is comparable to tonight. I love to travel – the very act of moving allows me to ponder. Tonight, bill and I walked along the bank of a canal, two miles between the Broughton arms and the romping donkey. Cheshire is a nexus of canals and waterways, bounded on both sides by green fields filled with cattle. It was blissful – soon we were miles away from anywhere, not a person around, we sang under the sunset on the way home. I feel great, at last free. University has opened an endless horizon for me.

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