The West, where the sailors dwell
Good afternoon all! Hope this finds you well and happy. I'm writing from Plymouth, awaiting the ferry to Spain, and killing time, I happened upon the only remaining independent yarn shop (simply called haberdashery, and ruddy marvellous) in this city, which I've always been fond of. And now it is another name to embroider on the map. People slag Plymouth off, as much of the centre is a bit concrete jungle, and it's nightlife is sneered upon...but I've been here many times, and have always liked the atmosphere, and it has some lovely spots. It is the twin city of Brest, and both these naval ports were heavily bombed in the war by opposing sides...it's always the little people that suffer most in wars...all of us little people have complex lives and intricate connections, but conflicts and interference from the rich and powerful can swiftly turn any of us into a statistic. My last stop in Brittany was Morlaix, my favourite town in the world. It has a huge railway viad...