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"It was not part of their blood,
It came to them very late,
With long arrears to make good,
When the Saxon began to hate.

They were not easily moved,
They were icy — willing to wait
Till every count should be proved,
Ere the Saxon began to hate.

Their voices were even and low.
Their eyes were level and straight.
There was neither sign nor show
When the Saxon began to hate.

It was not preached to the crowd.
It was not taught by the state.
No man spoke it aloud
When the Saxon began to hate.

It was not suddently bred.
It will not swiftly abate.
Through the chilled years ahead,
When Time shall count from the date
That the Saxon began to hate.”

Thoughts on life

I have an urge to walk up a great mountain, sit at the top, look out across my country and just ponder what is important in life.

Being out in the wilderness can be very very good for someone mentally… I know it’s a cliche but it really works wonders. I was feeling pretty bad the day before my walk but I felt a totally different person on that mountain.

My dream one day is to be very close to a quiet mountain so I can spend my days wandering up and down and exploring the nature that surrounds me. Hopefully accompanied by some beautiful children/grand children who I can teach about the local plants and what they are/can do, about their ancestors, about their heritage.

If I get to that point in life I will be happy. I can imagine how a child can change someones life so that they ARE your life. You have something you would give up meals for so they don’t go hungry, something worth fighting over and something worth dying for.

And thus ends another one of my rants :)