{"id":13197,"date":"2026-09-20T14:50:27","date_gmt":"2026-09-20T14:50:27","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.psyctc.org\/pelerinage2016\/?p=13197"},"modified":"2026-09-20T14:50:27","modified_gmt":"2026-09-20T14:50:27","slug":"looks-like-an-interesting-spot-to-get-stuck-in-%f0%9f%98%8c","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.psyctc.org\/pelerinage2016\/looks-like-an-interesting-spot-to-get-stuck-in-%f0%9f%98%8c\/","title":{"rendered":"Looks like an interesting spot to get stuck in \ud83d\ude0c"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

20.ix.26<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Over two months since I last posted. That title is a direct quote from a very good friend who had noticed that, in reliving my pelerinage I have come to a complete halt, stuck in Puenta la Reina. It was indeed a very interesting spot and I think that hits the nail about one of the many reasons I am stuck there. There are other factors behind that particular stuckness, ones about the mundane practicalities of any web work, at least as I do it. However, I currently feel really rather stuck in my life in lots of ways and the comment struck me as profoundly on the nail about my more general stuckness, not just my having ground to a halt in reliving the pelerinage. It’s certainly true that I am geographically, architecturally, in very interesting place back here in my huge place in the Charente as of 24.viii.26, hm, four weeks ago tomorrow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Which reminds me that in my currently rather merry-go-round lifestyle, I am heading back to the UK on Wednesday. I will have a couple of days overlapping with J back in Tulse Hill before heading on to Llantwit to link up with my father and sisters there for the first anniversary of mum’s death (on 26.ix.25). I’ll stay on there for a couple of weeks so I can substitute (a bit) for my younger sister who has become dad’s most regular carer. She is off for a well earned week of yoga somewhere in Croatia, somewhere beautiful I hope as I know Croatia has many stunning places. I’ve only been to Zagreb and I suspect that Zagreb probably isn’t described as stunning even to its most loyal defenders, but I loved it. Two images from 2008. (Clicking on them should get you the full images.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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And two from 2016.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Yes, 2016 I promise!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There I go again: off down memory lane tangents at any possible opportunity! This last month or so I have been relentlessly off down tangents: pretty much any tangent, any association, that pops up in my mind and I am off. I’ve always had a pretty pinball active mind but this feels different and I know it’s becoming an issue. So there you go: I seem to have developed late onset ADHD at 69 and am struggling to hold focus as my mind skids around madly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And while my mind skids around, often certainly to wonderful memories, I think my present feels inglorious, very stuck, albeit in a very interesting, a glorious place. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Why so? I don’t know, I think if I did I wouldn’t be so tangential nor so stuck. I detect that old shadow, the unconscious, the truly and psychoanalytically unconscious not just all the other possible states of unconsciousness. It did hit me earlier in the week that it might not be coincidental that it’s the first anniversary of mum’s death and I am sure that’s true. I am grieving in my own inimitable, mad way and this is part of it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I think there’s a related issue that I am very much feeling my own mortality and morbidity. I am so lucky to be in the place I am: in a splendid home that I think should be mine now until I go out “in a box” but I am aware daily I feel that end’s unpredictable nearness and, though exercising more and eating more healthily perhaps than I have ever done, I groan at my body’s decidedly ageing state. So I am struggling with those realities: fair enough matey, you are 69 and your body did you extremely well for most of those years. These are just realities.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Is say “go out in a box”: I actually hope to go out in a very temporary coffin, one taking me to the anatomy students to explore (if my plans on that front hold, must do the French paperwork now I have this home).<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I will stop here. I think maybe it would help me to make this little ending and not tr to add more. There is much I need to do that is mundane and practical, and there is much work I would like to do, and there are blue tits galore in the garden, they approve of my variety of bird feeders and foods. I could just go and admire them for a few minutes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Not a particularly good image but it’ll do to end this post.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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