A group of travellers are out there, somewhere, with Le Enchanteur, roaming unchartered territory, in parts unknown. The mail here is from them.
Found a beautiful spot to camp for a couple of days. Sitting on my step and waiting to see donkeys..Tinker sends his regards to the Donkey Union, says he has learned much from them...
posted by Gail Kavanagh @ 2:27 AM
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Idyllic! I see you reached the coast quickly. Well done!
What a beautiful sky. I am so glad you and Tinker are waiting for us. The barge arrived at the far end of the island in late evening and we have settled in. The donkeys are stabled comfortably and the Secretary is conferencing with the Great White Owl. They are also sharing a drop of apple cider in memory of the homeland. Fran
I always head for the coast first, and Tinker gets up quite a trot when he smells salt water. We will laze around here for a while, and then slowly make our way to Duwamish. Don't want to miss any sunsets!
The gypsies are taking a more inland route, hoping to catch up with other travellers along the way.
Tinker looks very comfortable. What a lovely view.
Great words and image, a nice place to camp, indeed. I do love the sea.
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