How lovely are Your dwelling places, O Lord of hosts!
My soul longed and even yearned for the courts of the Lord;
my heart and my flesh sing for joy to the living God.
A good day. I spent the morning at Commonside, where we had a brief meeting on the web site organization and I began arranging to meet The IT Guy again. About 2:00, or maybe it was 3:00, in the afternoon I left to try to find the Merton Historical Society and talk to them about the history of Pollards Hill.
The address was 57 Templecombe Way, Morden. The map showed it not far from Morden Station, so I decided to walk the fairly straightforward path from Morden Station. As I oriented myself with a map, a young man asked if I was lost. No; not exactly lost, just wondering if a bus could take me in the right direction. Yes, he told me, either of the busses at this stop would do so; and he told me when to get off. But then when I got on the bus I asked the driver which stop to get off, and he confused me so much – and convinced me I was on the wrong bus – that I got off and walked. Turns out the kid was right, and as I walked along the road each stop I passed coincided with the bus I had gotten off of. When I arrived at the correct address (without ANY wrong turns or mishaps!) it was just a guy’s house. He was not the most helpful, but he was nice and did suggest I talk to somebody else who might know more.
We had a delicious dinner at Delorey’s, and tomorrow we go on a tour of Stonehenge, Bath, and something else. Long day, but it should be fun.