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john davies
notes from a small vicar
from a parish
in Liverpool, UK

    Friday, March 12, 2004
    Perfect circle
     
    If you've been following this blog awhile, or know me anyway, you may find a sense of inevitability in the way I drew my holiday to a close:

    A wonderful morning wandering the outcrops around Penmon Priory (one of those windy spirit-swept Celtic places, today glorious beside the shining Menai Straits in the shelter of Snowdon's white-topped peaks);

    An afternoon's pilgrimage to Porthmadog's Cob Records where I bought, you guessed it, one of my old Roy Harper albums back.

    While I was in there I felt, "Y'know, I don't really have to do this, I'm over it, life really has moved on". But I bought it anyway, because it's a classic of its kind. Played it all the way back along the A55. Bullinamingvase. Dig it.