It was dark and cold at 6.34 when we pulled up to Cleeve House. The lights from the windows pierced the early morning darkness, reflecting off the few cars that had already arrived. We crept quietly into the hall, which was abuzz with whispery white-clad Aikidoka, while unaware of our early aiki activities, B&B guests of the house slept upstairs.
Author Archive: Mireya Zacarelli
Woodlands Adventure
It was 6.45 am. Rain was lashing against the windows of Cleeve House as I rushed about with tea things. Checking the writing on my hand for the last minute things I had to do – fill up water bottles, get my top out of the dryer, get the batteries out of the charger – Dave arrived.
‘Morning!’ I beamed at him.
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