Bye to Blackheath

Loud like a lion, quiet like a mouse

Well I had a wonderful stay in Blackheath.  My two funny cats Max and Ollie, kept me well entertained.  The weather has been unseasonably warm and I have been wearing shorts for the past 3 days.  Forecasts are saying that this will come to an end come the weekend.  But I cannot complain.  It is just more evidence of the schizophrenic behaviour of the world climate.  Climate change perhaps???

Max - giving me a look - however I think in his mind it is more blblblblblblb

I haven’t been posting as avidly this trip compared to the last trip.  As I said in my last post, my head has been a little different.  Trying to decide where to live and set up a base and what to do exactly occupies a lot of my thinking.  Also, as much as I adore the travelling, it can be something that can leave you tired believe it or not.  Perhaps because this other questions weighs on my mind. I keep my eyes open for a sign but nothing quite yet.

If you are standing on 0 degrees longitude are you anywhere?

I like London as it is a very varied and busy place but I don’t think I could live in it.  At least not in the central area.  Blackheath is very nice because it is close to the centre but has that village feel and lots of park space.  What I find with all the people around here though is that they are always in such a massive hurry.  Not unfriendly but not entirely friendly either.  Sometimes you just feel invisible.

Really Ollie, I don't think you are supposed to lie here.

But that is one of the challenges travelling.  Because without a base, you tend to be a little isolated as you are not integrated through work or through activities.  Now granted, I can get into the habit of hiding – of being a bit of a hermit.  I had a weird dream about that last night too.

Tree guy outside the flat heavily pruning and almost dead tree

I still feel it would be good to find a house sit somewhere for six months in a stimulating natural environment where I can start to write in earnest with a routine and some discipline.  Perhaps I am never meant to write, just muse about it?  Ah well, funny that laziness.

People of Blackheath enjoying the sun on the heath

Which brings me to another point.  Here at my house sit, there was this book The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying.  I had heard of this before and started to read it and talk about a perfect book for me at such a perfect time.  It talks about the West’s avoidance of speaking and really understanding death and in turn, it would make them really look at how they live their lives.  It really makes a lot of sense to me and hits a chord and I highly recommend it as a read.  Besides, how can you go wrong reading a book that helps you find peace and understanding about an inevitable event in your life.

The remains of the church of St. Margaret's in Lee - first built around 1200s

Well on that note, I shall go clean an apartment and muse some more.

The busy and cheap market in Lewisham, each of these bowls only cost 1 pound each!