It came back to me on Saturday as I hacked my way to the (joint) lowest score of the day at golf. I did not treat the grass with respect. Nor my clubs. But the weather and scenery were beautiful. It really is life affirming to live here.
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hill-side's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in his Heaven -
All's right with the world.
From Pippa Passes by Robert Browning.
But someone apparently committed suicide locally during the week, far from their home. I suppose people’s problems are made even harder to bear if much is good elsewhere.
2 comments:
Life certainly is very testing.
Crystal xx
I can only image (at least for the meantime) how life affirming it is to live there all the time, but I have no doubt how life affiriming I find it to be able to be there as often as I am. I played golf at Bamburgh for the first time a week or two ago (I am a member further up the coast) and was stunned by the course, and in particular by the scenery. I played like a dog.
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