Patience
‘I can’t cope, I just can’t cope anymore.’ She slammed down the phone and rushed out of the house and briskly walked to the local chemist but they had nothing left to offer her as she had already tried all of the pills there. An old man overheard the conversation between the woman and the pharmacist. ‘Perhaps I can help’ suggested the old man. He continued, ‘Here is my advice. Go to the Pagan Oak  between the hamlets of Hollybush and White Leaved oak. Sit there for 20 minutes as the sun sets and meditate. That will cure you. The woman followed the old man’s advice and that evening walked to the Pagan Oak. However she only managed to sit there for just three minutes before she became fed up and left. A few days later she passed the old man. ‘Are you cured?’ he asked. ‘No,’ replied the woman who then told how she got fed up after only a few minutes. ‘Well, it’s a well known cure, people have been going there for aeons’, sighs the old man. ‘Eons? Well that was the trigger of my problem’ shrieked the woman, clearly distressed ‘What do you mean?’ enquired the old man. ‘Well, each time | ring up Eon to try to change my account I get put on hold and am forced to listen to some really irritating music. I just can’t take it anymore.’ ‘Ah, Ok, I can understand that, and I can actually give you some medicine which will cure you. But first you need to bring me a feather from a live peregrine falcon. That’s the main ingredient.’ ‘But that will be impossible’. ‘Nothing is impossible. I’m sure you’ll figure out a way’, the old man replied reassuringly. So every day the woman walked up to Tank Quarry, put out a freshly killed pigeon and watched from a distance. Eventually a peregrine falcon flew down and picked up the pigeon. The next day she placed another dead pigeon in exactly the same spot, but this time sat a little closer. Eventually the peregrine falcon flew down to take the pigeon. She repeated the process every day and each time sat a little closer to the dead pigeon. As the days turned into weeks she managed to sit almost next to the pigeon. Finally the day came when, as the peregrine falcon flew down, she was able to quickly pluck its tail feather. The bird flew off, understandably startled! The very next day she visited the old man and gave him the tail feather. He threw it into the wind. ‘What are you doing?’ cried the woman, ‘it took me weeks to get that’. ‘But you are now cured,’ observed the old man, ‘you had the patience to wait every day for six whole weeks’. Now you can make that phone call without getting impatient!’  The Pagan Oak is supposedly the centre point of a geometric formation of ley lines plotted across the west of the country, other points include Stonehenge and Glastonbury.
Patience
‘I can’t cope, I just can’t cope anymore.’ She slammed down the phone and rushed out of the house and briskly walked to the local chemist but they had nothing left to offer her as she had already tried all of the pills there. An old man overheard the conversation between the woman and the pharmacist. ‘Perhaps I can help’ suggested the old man. He continued, ‘Here is my advice. Go to the Pagan Oak  between the hamlets of Hollybush and White Leaved oak. Sit there for 20 minutes as the sun sets and meditate. That will cure you. The woman followed the old man’s advice and that evening walked to the Pagan Oak. However she only managed to sit there for just three minutes before she became fed up and left. A few days later she passed the old man. ‘Are you cured?’ he asked. ‘No,’ replied the woman who then told how she got fed up after only a few minutes. ‘Well, it’s a well known cure, people have been going there for aeons’, sighs the old man. ‘Eons? Well that was the trigger of my problem’ shrieked the woman, clearly distressed ‘What do you mean?’ enquired the old man. ‘Well, each time | ring up Eon to try to change my account I get put on hold and am forced to listen to some really irritating music. I just can’t take it anymore.’ ‘Ah, Ok, I can understand that, and I can actually give you some medicine which will cure you. But first you need to bring me a feather from a live peregrine falcon. That’s the main ingredient.’ ‘But that will be impossible’. ‘Nothing is impossible. I’m sure you’ll figure out a way’, the old man replied reassuringly. So every day the woman walked up to Tank Quarry, put out a freshly killed pigeon and watched from a distance. Eventually a peregrine falcon flew down and picked up the pigeon. The next day she placed another dead pigeon in exactly the same spot, but this time sat a little closer. Eventually the peregrine falcon flew down to take the pigeon. She repeated the process every day and each time sat a little closer to the dead pigeon. As the days turned into weeks she managed to sit almost next to the pigeon. Finally the day came when, as the peregrine falcon flew down, she was able to quickly pluck its tail feather. The bird flew off, understandably startled! The very next day she visited the old man and gave him the tail feather. He threw it into the wind. ‘What are you doing?’ cried the woman, ‘it took me weeks to get that’. ‘But you are now cured,’ observed the old man, ‘you had the patience to wait every day for six whole weeks’. Now you can make that phone call without getting impatient!’  The Pagan Oak is supposedly the centre point of a geometric formation of ley lines plotted across the west of