It has been an awful long time since I've opened the crisp pages of my journal. Even now I wonder why.

Why?


What drove me to wake in the lands once more after such a long rest. A peaceful one at that. What brought me back to the mild aroma of the sea as the waves crash upon the dock. With fish that I can not pass on a boat no more. How I decided to walk, around the Isle to Branishor from Dundee, without even the slightest complaint on the time scale which it took my ever so well rested feet to cross. Just to get my clothes dirty in the soil from climbing down under Milltown to get to Branishor. Despite them being crumpled from the shuffling I have not failed to do in my slumber.

Yet it all seems a blur? New objects, new places to explore, a new light brought onto the appearance of ever ageing objects. It amazes me.

Yet times have not failed to pass a young one by, It doesn't seem to be as lively as my distant eyes can recall. Only yesterday it seems that I was stood in Milltown centre, casually glancing at passers by, working out there story for being here. Although, I can admit that not all of my memory is as it was. I got lost today, not what usually happens to me, and i'm not proud to admit it either. It was exiting from under the wall, walking across the wastelands heading for the dead zone....

I ended up going in all directions, north, south east and west!! Then even a bit more south and west before I recognised where I was standing. No maps to help me this time. Just good ole' intuition!

Well, that concludes today's entry. Who know's maybe this ageing Cleric will come back?