Scotland is Next!

So I throw myself back into blogging. What a difference a couple of years makes. I am now gainfully employed with two part time jobs, and I think the hubby may be landing a freelance gig starting tomorrow. We're paying off our student loans, and I'm planning on backpacking in northern England and Scotland either next August or the following one. I just have to see how fast I can save up the money, and not be distracted by other shiny objects... like a purple Sig.

I'd like to go the lake district too if I can manage it. It seems that there's not a whole lot of public transportation there though. I'd like to see how much Roman ruins I can fit into the trip. 

I need to finish transcribing my journal from '09 and put the one from '12 on here as well. I just haven't gotten around to it. Maybe this weekend...

Journal Entry: The Philosophy of Time

Still on the train. I was thinking about a story that Taine told me the second day I was with her. She drove me down a country road, not far from her house. She told me to look to my right as she pulled off the road. There was a decaying wrought iron fence and bushes. Some trees too. She said it was there that a man named Matthew Hopkins was buried. It used to be a church, but the church was long since gone, the graves lost in the brambles, the stones ground to nothing by vines. 

Matthew Hopkins was the ‘Witch Finder General.’ He hunted innocent people and sent them to their deaths, for nothing, for false charges. She supposed it was fitting that he was now in an unmarked grave despite all the power he had had over people [in life].

I thought that she brought up an interesting point, whether she intended to or not, and that is, eventually most [all] tyrants wind up in an unmarked grave. Time destroys all things.