Two unidentified Australian soldiers look out from the doorway of a ruined farm building several hundred yards from the front line, which is the headquarters of the 5th Battalion. The mess and orderly room were in a shelter made of sandbags; the cookhouse was in the farm buildings immediately to the rear. Note the shell holes in the front above the doorway and the duckboards in the right foreground.

“Find the path and stay on it…”

“Find the path and stay on it…”

We followed the stone pavement. To quote one of the characters from

Sword of Destiny

, it looks “like a gurt, ‘ungry worm” as it snakes across the moors. Stone or not, it is out of place, though undoubtedly safer than the rotting duckboards that once crossed the sphagnum moss here. It does make the place accessible and does protect against erosion, but even so. It feels ‘wrong’… out of touch with…

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so in first grade, my teacher had what i would now call a ‘discipline board’ (i’m not sure what she actually called it) for all of the kids in our class. we each had a duck with our name on it and at the beginning of the week, that duck started out flying high in the sky. each time you got in trouble, the duck got lowered down a level until it was just sitting on top of the water if you got in trouble enough times. 

i got my duck moved down one time and it’s one of two times i ever got in trouble in my academic career. needless to say, i don’t remember much about first grade, but i remember a girl named selena teaching me the macarena, and i remember that duckboard. 

i think i need a real life version of a duckboard in my room. not for discipline, but for life. goals: keep that duck migrating all year.