The Human Race Should Just

It Was A Strange Feeling Going Into A Church I Did Not Know For A Service That I Did Not Really Believe In, But Once Inside I Couldn't Help A Feeling Of Warmth And Security. Outside There Were Wars And Road Accidents And Murders, Striptease Clubs And Battered Babies And Frayed Tempers And Unhappy Marriages And People Contemplating Suicide And Bad Jokes, But Once In St. Martin's There Was Peace. Surely People Go To Church Not To Involve Themselves In The World's Problems But To Escape From Them.

I Know That We Shall Meet Problems Along The Way, But I'd Far Rather See For Myself What's Going On In The World Outside, Than Rely On Newspapers, Television, Politicians And Religious Leaders To Tell Me What I Should Be Thinking.

I'd Got Over Playing A Character. People Accepted Who I Was, And If I Was Incompetent And Useless, They Felt Quite Endeared To Me.

Once The Travel Bug Bites, There Is No Known Antidote.

One Of The Difficult Things Of So Much Travelling Is To Say Goodbye.