We are on the Cotswold Way. Today, we walk from Birdlip to Painswick.
I look at the inside of a British drywall. The outer part is made of shaped, stacked stones. The inner part is filled in with unshaped stones.
I read Chapter 4 of the Tao te Ching, translated by Steven Mitchell.
“The Tao is like a well:
used but never used up.”
“It is like the eternal void:
filled with infinite possibilities.”
We reach Coopers Hill, a place where annually they have a kind of festival during which guys chase a huge cheese that is rolled down the hill. Each year many are injured but they do it anyway! The cheese is placed in a barrel and given a one second head start down the hill. Then the participants try to catch it as it tumbles down. Apparently it bounces around so much that the contestants are often injured.
We see the remains of an Iron Age hill fort, dating from 400 BC.
We arrive at Painswick and visit the Rococo Garden, designed and first constructed in the 1740s as a baroque garden.
“It is hidden but always present.”
We walk in the maze.
“I don’t know who gave birth to it.
It is older than God.”