What is the last thing you learned?

I watched Doc Martin last night, Season 1, Episode 1 – Going Bodmin. And here’s the painting of the excellent state of Bodminism. Offers of less than $10,000 for the original will be turned down. As for me, I think I am slowly going Bodmin. And why shouldn’t I? A merry road, a mazy road, that night when we did tread, all the way to Bodmin Moor, by way of Beachy Head.

So, what is the last thing that I learned? That I too am “Going Bodmin” – slowly, bit by bit, and having such great fun along the way. I have drawn the portraits of some of my fellow Bodminists whom I meet along the way. Maybe you can recognize one or two of them.

I guess going Bodmin is like going on a pilgrimage, to Santiago de Compostela, say, or like the Medieval Trip to Jerusalem. This modern pilgrimage can start anywhere in the UK as long as it ends in Nottingham, in one of Olde England’s oldest pubs, a spider-web-filled cavern known, of course, as The Trip to Jerusalem. This was, once upon a time, the start of the pilgrimage to the Holy City. Now it is the end of the pilgrimage from Bristol City.

Well, that was the road I ran back in 1966 when we ran a road relay from Bristol University Students’ Union to Stamford Bridge, down to Hastings, and back to Bristol. King Harold Marched from Stamford Bridge (where he defeated Harold Hard Loki) to Hastings (where he was conquered by Willy the Conker) in 1066. Alas, I don’t think the Trip to Jerusalem was open then, so he couldn’t stop in for a quick one on the way down. Might’ve won the battle if he had. Caught looking up to see where the spider webs were, I guess.

So, the last thing I learned was that I am going Bodmin! Did you learn anything from this blog? If you did, let me know what it was, and remember, it’s a long way to Tip-a-rary, but it’s a merry road and a mazy road when you’re heading for Bodmin Moor.