to continue.

For those invisible friends who have been following my search for paradise, you will be interested to know that The search continues.

During these three months it became urgent that I tick goole of my list of possible sites

and so I went north and then east towards the rising sun.

To the flat lands past Doncaster.

I stayed in a nice bed and breakfast run by some sweet chinese

who spoke little english watched Hong Kong T.V

but could not have been more pleasant and welcoming.

Out on to the mean streets of goole.

Mean they were not.

Bakers abounded

pies such as you have never seen if you dont live in yorkshire

Manchester pie

curd tarts

A Russian grocery

selling

pickles herring with plums

a library translating into

Lithuanian

Russian

Estonian

Polish

Bulgarian

Cantonese

swedish

Brazilian to mention a few

Of course it was a port and

now its a container port

is near Hull and cheap to access the continent.

A small town a company town built in 1820's

has turned into a melting pot.

Its disabled friendly

I had an electric scooter for £5

for three days.

A wonderful waterways museum

rides by the river.

I wished I had been able to find a room without stairs,

but for £27 a night

and T.V and en suite and all the coffe or tea I could drink

plus an unexpected invitation

to afternoon tea with French pastries

and an excellent chinese meal.

plus not living there make me think of goole

with rose coloured specs.

so it would seem that paradise however fleeting can be found in the strangest places.

3 months

'the cafe in the ally' has still operated as 'the che guvara cafe'whilst I have been off on my quest for paradise. Hermits are creatures of habit and it would be cruel to deny them the coffee that fuels their spiritual journey.

The conditions of a solitary bird are five

The first that it flies to the highest point

the secound that it does not suffer for company

not even of its own kind

the third that it aims its beak to the skies

the fourth that it does not have a diffinate colour

the fifth that it sings softly.

sanJuan de la Guis

which says nothing about coffee.

Meanwhile the search for paradise continues.