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Saturday Sun
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It's Saturday and I'm positively bursting with delight now. Gone is the whinger of before. On to a brighter, smilier Stalker. Yes, it's still sunny. It looks like the weather has not been anywhere near as bad as I was expecting. shorts on, sunblock, t-shirt, whoo-hooo...
In spite of the fact that I've done something to my left knee and all this walking is not doing it any good whatsoever I'm still smiling. Nothing can penetrate my good mood today. I think I'll get something to eat. Shit, no I won't; I haven't got any money left. Time to visit this bank that everyone's harping on about.
Situated by the farmhouse, the Natwest banking service is two rather plush mobile units (plush when you compare them to my tent right now) with a couple of cashiers and ATMs each and friendly staff. Oh, and long queues as well: four hours if you're queuing for the cash machines, about 45 minutes if you have a chequebook too. And guess what? I have a chequebook. This is going far too well. Even our wait in the queue seems to fly by as we pass the time and share a beer with a jolly nice chap by the name of Rob Brown from Wellingborough. After receiving my wonga I am struck by a thought: Bad knee, Healing Fields, Massage. Genius... Before this, however, I need to use the flush toilets. While waiting for my wife I say a quick hello to the cows that are on the other side of the fence eyeing us with obvious suspicion and looking cow-like. They don't seem too impressed with giving up their garden to half the country's misfits and BBC Choice for the week. Well, would you be?
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Wandering through the Healing Fields, situated above the Green Futures Field I am suddenly offered a choice of several different types of massage to choose from. Now that's thrown me, I want a twenty quid session with a whispered list of optional extras but my wife says I'm looking in the wrong place. I finally settle on a Shiatsu treatment, given by a charming lady called Maxine from the Bristol Shiatsu Collective.
Shiatsu (simply translated: 'finger pressure') for the uninitiated, involves a fully-clothed massage front and back, the practitioner tuning in to areas of the body where there are energy blockages and dispersing these to restore the mind, body, spirit balance.
Not just a load of old mumbo either, I honestly do feel afterwards like a malfunctioning TV that had just been given a slap to clear the picture. Testament to this is that I'm now sitting here typing away merrily with not a hint of pain in my upper back. I'm also amazed that Maxine touches my feet without tickling me (despite me warning her that my feet are 'a bit minging'). For further information on Shiatsu or Reiki Healing contact Maxine on 0117 953 7489. Well worth it.
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