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Cloud Riding.
Cloud Riding.
The grass looked inviting and I was tempted to unroll my blanket and relax. The birds did their share to oblige my mood. I literally threw myself down onto the blanket and made myself comfortable. Clouds were slowly moving over the heavens and my imagination took control yet once again. I was now on a cloud with the cloud steering first this way then in the other direction. London passed by under me. The amount of traffic flowing through London did not surprise me.
Following the River Thames down to Tilbury I saw that the old Tilbury Docks had been built out into a huge area dedicated to shipping and large containers. Towering high into the sky the most modern of cranes were busy moving the containers onto Lorries. The Lorries pulled away after being loaded and other Lorries took their place. A coming and going would I am sure have thrilled our ancestors if they could see what had happened to the sleepy town of Tilbury. The cloud took on a route of its own. The North Sea with ships the size of toys, were busily moving across the waters on their way to the continent of Europe. Holland came into view with fields and fields of flowers. How far this cloud that I was riding would take me I have no idea. From the German border the wind changed direction and I found myself moving in the direction of Great Britain. The River Thames came into view and I awoke on my blanket, feeling much refreshed I got up from the blanket folded it and stowed it away in my back pack. I told myself once again that I must stop this form of travelling, one day I would either fall off of the cloud or I would not find a wind going in the right direction to get me home.
