New & Old
On Saturday, we cycled on the footpath beside the Avon bridge which takes the 8-lane M5 motorway past Avonmouth. The noise and vibration were intense & unpleasant; the environment quite inhuman.
Three days earlier, we had walked along the medieval equivalent: the mule-track from Nice towards Torino which was Piedmont's route to the sea. We could hear nothing except the wind, the river below us, and birds. It was only a hundred years ago that this mule-track was the only route through the mountains. We walked there for a day without meeting anyone. Peace, perfect peace.
Three days earlier, we had walked along the medieval equivalent: the mule-track from Nice towards Torino which was Piedmont's route to the sea. We could hear nothing except the wind, the river below us, and birds. It was only a hundred years ago that this mule-track was the only route through the mountains. We walked there for a day without meeting anyone. Peace, perfect peace.
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