Now is the ending of this story as the Ancient Mariner talks on into the night

The gompa at Jamyang. Someone once told me that Dave probably shortened his life by the amount of work he did, including sanding the floor. 

I eventually many years later sit in Number 6 Charlton House Terrace which had been redeveloped as the prestigious centre-point for science and the home of the B A.

I did eventually get into see the Queen when I was invited to a garden party and was accompanied by Roishin Elder who became a manager of Jamyang.

This was due to my work helping create Jamyang Kennington.

It was great way to see how the other half live and eat with cucumber sandwiches.

A good way to see backstage in the Palace as footmen took the Queen's corgis for a walk in the gardens.

The unfortunate thing was that my Mother had died of old age a couple of years prior to this and couldn't rejoice in my redemption.

I an now an uncommon commoner walking on a common piece of land on the souther tip of Epping Forest. A stranger in a strange land 

Near to where the body of King Harold was taken after the Norman invasion after the Battle of Hastings. 

Where the owl hoots at midnight and the Heron stands alone in mindful concentration waiting for a fish.