When I sold my boat and was no longer able to take long wilderness pilgrimages at sea, I wondered where next to turn for teachings from the wilder world. I decided to follow the course of the river Avon from its source in South Gloucestershire to Avonmouth, where it joins the river Severn. I met with my friend David for our first exploration in late November, near where the Avon is said to rise just north of the village of Acton Turville. It was a cold day, with a clear blue sky and bright sun; the fields were covered with frost. Leaning on a farm gate, we drank coffee laced with whisky and shared ...
There are approximately 504 more words in this article.
To read the rest of this article, please buy this issue, or join the Resurgence Trust. As a member you will receive access to the complete archive of magazines from May 1966.
If you are already a member, please Sign in
