Honest Friends

We are all travellers in what John Bunyan calls the wilderness of this world—all, too, travellers with a donkey: and the best that we find in our travels is an honest friend. He is a fortunate voyager who finds many. We travel, indeed, to find them. They are the end and the reward of life. They keep us worthy of ourselves; and when we are alone, we are only nearer to the absent.

Enchanteur and her favourite donkey, Purdie, do not seem to be phased by much at the moment.
They are relaxing, waiting, settled in a simple room at the House of the Serpents. Ravens have been flying back and forth keeping E informed about the whereabouts of everyone.

Heather Blakey May 2009

Quite a day at the gypsy camp yesterday, after a few hours I was done for the day. My donkey’s welcome bodily warmth soon had me drop into a slumber on his broad little back. A good thing these donkeys know as well as we where to take us. He took me to my favourite clearing where I fell into a deeply satisfying sleep, dreaming of markets and fine wares and new friends.

Drawings by Aletta Mes