Me, I'm not a Mary girl, I'm an Elizabeth girl.
By and large, if I could be remembered for having said anything, I'd probably have gone with Liz.
I have the heart of a man, not a woman, and I am not afraid of anything.
I pray to God that I shall not live one hour after I have thought of using deception.
and some who know me might think
God forgive you, but I never can.
has a ring about it too!
but apparently, Mary is famously supposed to have said:
"When I am dead, you will find Calais engraved upon my heart".
And I think, when I am dead, you will find 'Tinker's Bubble' engraved upon mine. If I had lived a braver life, been less conformed, been less afraid, I would live at Tinker's Bubble . If they'd have me.
I'm mildly obsessed with the Bubble. Six years ago, a friend clipped and sent to me an article from The Times colour supplement, about Mary Durling, I can't share it with you now, because The Times charges for online content these days, but I folded that paper, and it has been book-mark and talisman to me these six years. It says pretty much what the clip above says.
The sheer dogged determination, the certainty, the courage in the face of adversity, and the value placed upon simplicity. The knowledge that living hand to mouth is A GOOD THING. It's used these days as a slur, but to milk the cow right before you make your baby breakfast porridge? My days, it's sublime.
The walking lightly, the kindness, the tolerance, the forbearance.
I know, I wouldn't fit in. But what a glorious dream.
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