Day 53a Esgair Fuwch-wen
July 12 in Wales ⋅ 🌬 16 °C
The strong wind throughout the night was still blowing strongly in the morning. It had partially pulled my double windward pegs out of the ground during the night. This explained why the tent had beenRead more




TravelerTwo roads diverged in a yellow wood, and sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood and looked down one as far as I could. To where it bent in the undergrowth. Then took the other, as just as fair, and having perhaps the better claim, because it was grassy and wanted wear. And both that morning equally lay in leaves no step had trodden black. Oh I marked the first for another day, yet knowing how way leads on to way I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sign, somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood and I, I took the one less travelled by, And that has made all the difference.
TravelerVery good. Who is the author?
TravelerSorry- saw your blog and couldn’t resist the comparison- a favourite poem - but it seemed so appropriate 🤣. Keep going- you’re doing well.
TravelerAha! Yes ‘The Road Not Taken’ by Robert Frost. I saw your blog and it just seemed to fit! I was thinking just to do the last verse but I’m a tad ‘unbusy’ ATM, being still in recovery and eventually tapped in the whole thing 🙄