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<title>Adrienne Dines</title><link>https://www.adriennedines.com/2009/06/</link><description>Online, in print...</description><language>en-GB</language>
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<item><title>Brockham WI and Peaslake Book Group…</title><link>https://www.adriennedines.com/2009/06/brockham-wi-and-peaslake-book-group/</link><guid>https://www.adriennedines.com/2009/06/brockham-wi-and-peaslake-book-group/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Jun 2009 20:50:09 &#43;0000</pubDate><description>
&lt;p&gt;On Monday last week I went to Brockham in Surrey to talk to their Evevning WI and on Thursday to Peaslake to celebrate the 10th anniversary of a Book Group and set them off reading Soft Voices Whispering.  I was already exhausted when I left home on Monday to find Brockham.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;They say &amp;#8216;a change is as good as a rest&amp;#8217;.  Isn&amp;#8217;t  it lovely when things said are true?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Brockham turned out to be a gorgeous village, spread along both sides of green spaces with the hall in which I was speaking at the far end.  The ladies were lively, friendly and so welcoming that I didn&amp;#8217;t bother with notes and just stood and talked.  Afterwards, two explained that they&amp;#8217;d lived in the village all their lives and had their families there.   I left feeling buoyant and more than a little envious.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Peaslake is another rural village but this time, one hidden behind high hedges.  The house was along a lane that appeared to be leading nowhere.  Eventually I found it and a group of women who lifted my spirits.  Maybe it&amp;#8217;s that I&amp;#8217;m interested in people anyway but it seems that recently, the ones I&amp;#8217;ve met leave me feeling vindicated in a long held belief that women are beautiful by virtue of what they possess and not what they lack.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The sort of vacuous polished faces that pout from the covers of weekly glossies leave me cold &amp;#8211; It is in the vibrant, life-filled faces of the women I have met recently that real beauty exists.&lt;/p&gt;

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