So, in my last post I ran around London finding different landmarks to leave my print before I set off on my travels. Ironically and almost uncannily I actually ended up finding my imprint amongst the land of a thousand hills. There is a sense of awakening that a lady finds while wandering. There was no apparent shift, no life changing incident, no epiphany .... just me. I am not sure if it happened gradually, instantaneously, or if it was the outcome of being alone and following my own beat.