My anchor

It’s been an incredible journey so far. My plan had been to post an update every night, but time seems to have a way of slipping away. Currently I am staying in a beautiful place called Rhu, Helensburgh. I spent some time by the Loch (Gareloch) and felt an incredible sense of peace wash over my soul. It felt like for the first time in years my soul could actually breathe. I’m so incredibly grateful to the people here for allowing me to enjoy their home. The Inn is next door to a cemetery with some very old gravestones, some of which date back to the 1700’s. Not sure yet about the history, but will certainly dive deeper into it when I get back to Oz. The Rhu Inn is a traditional pub, the kind where the locals come to gather to watch football, and older couples in their twilight years sit together joining in the revelry. As a female traveller I have never felt more secure than when drinking here. There was no fear whatsoever of being taken advantage of, of having drinks spiked or being overpowered while in a vulnerable state. This is what community looks like when it is functioning in a healthy manner. Am I too old fashioned to be thinking this? Maybe. But I would trade the modern life any day for being able to be a part of such a community. I have no desire to seek happiness beyond the simple pleasures in life. This my friends, this deserves to be protected. The people resting in the grounds of the church gave up their blood sweat and tears to build this idyllic setting. The gravestones proudly proclaim, here lies a farmer, a mariner, the spouse of… this life, this dream, deserves protection. Let’s hope the next generation realises this while there is still time.