Reading

Reading, pronounced in the past tense of read plus -ing, is a great place to get away from the hectic city life and raise a family. There are not a lot of sights here to see, so it could be done in two days, unless it is freaking hot as it has been since i arrived in England.

i started my journey at this church. The churches here seem to have cemeteries in the back or in the front or on the sides, perhaps even in the basement. i guess it is a good way to promote thinking of where you will end your life, we all do eventually.

As i was walking away from the church/cemetery, an old man waved me over, so i walked up to him with trepidation because i am uncomfortable talking to strangers. He noticed i was photographing the headstones, so he told me that there was one in another cemetery that i might find interesting. There was a man thrown from a roof by a freak whirlwind, in front of a train; he was not the luckiest man. i swear he told me that he remembered seeing it as a kid, but after i saw when the guy died, i decided it was impossible or the old man was a ghost reaching out to me, but i was too hot from the heat to get the real message.

But before i reached the cemetery, i walked though the mall The Oracle, but not the inside part because i hate malls. i feel claustrophobic inside of them. Outside the mall i saw one of my favourite doughnuts, Krispy Kreme. i cannot wait to go to the U.S. to eat one or a dozen. Do not attempt to eat them here because they extremely expensive.

i walked through the park across from the cemetery and near to an Abbey. It was a lovely park and not overly crowded, so i sat down on a bench to read and write in my journal. There were quite a few birds, which can be scary.

Jane Austen went to school in Reading, but as with many things that are very old, it was being renovated.

more to come…