choices and decisions


My last Blog showed me at a point in life where I had to deal with the all consuming need to escape, to get somewhere to reawaken my creative spirit that has, over some months been battered with 'real life' issues all of which are by association rather than of my own responsibility.

I need a break though the time is not right for me to just 'up sticks and leave', the castle project is at the stage where I have to see this part through before a break can be taken, this does however allow time to plan an expedition of importance, being one who observes life as a series of signs and subliminal information I am given two choices, the first Alexandria in Egypt and secondly The Shetland Islands, both of which have borne significant relevance at very specific times throughout the past 15 years.

What a choice, between somewhere that offers long warm relaxing evenings and filled with visual and cultural delights, or somewhere, out in the far reaches of the North Sea, of uninhabited windswept and unforgiving islands that offer the ultimate in solitude though not without a daily life that would be filled not only with work in relation to survival but also with some element of suffering where my general and physical health is concerned !







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