‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all
Oh do be quiet Emily Dickinson we are trying to watch the massive cygnets.
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all
Oh do be quiet Emily Dickinson we are trying to watch the massive cygnets.
…A brand new jersey, according to Perry Como, but that is a very different story, in a galaxy far far away from Bexhill on Sea.
…for a book on the beach…
Coats. Boots. Balaclava. Brrr!
Sunlight between showers.
…over the South East Lakes.
Well, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.
In full force.
The best time of day.
Coffee and waterfalls. All you need to get by.