Were you there?

Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river wallows, born aloft Or sinking as the light wind […]

The time has come, the Walrus said,       To talk of many things: Of shoes — and ships — and sealing-wax —       Of cabbages — and kings — And why the sea is boiling hot —       And whether pigs have wings.’  From ‘The Walrus and The Carpenter’ by Lewis Carroll (1832-1898) . . . Monday 28th […]