Don’t ask yourself what the world needs; ask yourself what makes you come alive. And then go do that. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive. - Howard Thurman
I'm going somewhere new tonight! I'm going to CHESTER! Youguys know Chester? It is way up north and left in England and was founded in, like, 79 ad. SEVENTY NINE AD. Like, nearly 2,000 years ago. I cannot even comprehend that age. Apparently it was a Roman fort and it was called - get this - Deva Victrix. Does that or does that not sound like a place that Voldemort would be living? I am spooked out already.
And all the main roads are named after gates because it's a medieval walled city. Northgate! Eastgate! Watergate! Apparently there's even a WOLF GATE. I cannot make this stuff up. And the city walls are still in place! I cannot count the number of times I've visited giant hunks of rock here in London labelled 'Remnants of the Old City Wall.' That is a ROCK, people, and I am trying HARD to get excited about it. But these Chester rocks are still intact! They are the most intact city walls in all of Britain! I am going to walk them, oh yes. I will pretend that I am surveying my domain, like it is the Red Keep and I am the imp. Or Margaery. It depends on how sexy I feel.*
Apparently there's also a GOBLIN TOWER. I KNOW. It's like I'm making all this happen with the power of my mind. I'm already at my peak-excitement-saturation-point and I will probably pass out in the hotel from the overstimulation of it all and wake up tomorrow afternoon just in time for the return train, caressing my map happily the entire journey home. 'Goblin Gate,' I'll murmur to myself while stroking my unwashed imp-hair.
This was taken in Yorkshire, which is way up north and right.
If anybody has any recommendations of Things I Must Do or See while I'm Not Napping in Chester tomorrow, please do pass them my way!
Big hugs and lots of love,
*The imp being me at my best.