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It's Sunday evening, and I'm writing this at my new house sit in Woolwich in the Greater London area. Tomorrow morning I'll return to the increasingly familiar routine of job hunting. Tonight I can afford a couple of hours to review photos and write.

On Friday afternoon I took what could well be my last opportunity to walk from Chelmsford to the village of Writtle in Essex. Chelmsford is the county town of Essex, and Writtle, while only a mile or two from it, is a completely separate village, with its own separate history.

Writtle
Cottages in Writtle

My walk took me along the banks of the River Can and through the rose gold barley fields of the agricultural college. Soon I was amongst ancient cottages and walking up the main street, past the village green (complete with duck pond) to the pub. Food had finished by the time I arrived, so I had a snack at the village tea room instead.

All delightful, then a shorter walk back along the main road to Chelmsford, and once again I was in a twenty first century city. ...continue reading "Grieving for the “Good Old Days”"

Fort Sylvia
Fort Sylvia, built by the British in 1880, and one of the few buildings to survive WW2. Some interesting artefacts, including weaving by a local woman who is considered the best in her field.

Kapit

I survived the noise level in Sibu by getting out for a night.

There's a ferry that goes up the river. The river is the highway; there is no road, just a few logging tracks through the jungle passable only by four wheel drive. Everything in Kapit – cars, building materials, sealed roads, food – has come up the river on freight barges and ferries. ...continue reading "Fish Frenzy"