Contemplation Seems To Be About The Only

We Were Restless For Ages...after A While I Heard An Owl Hooting And Calmed Myself By Thinking Of It Flying Over The Dark Fields – And Then I Remembered It Would Be Pouncing On Mice. I Love Owls, But I Wish God Had Made Them Vegetarian.

How Can A Young Man Like To Wear A Beard?

What Is It About The English Countryside — Why Is The Beauty So Much More Than Visual? Why Does It Touch One So?

...with Stories Even A Page Can Take Me Hours, But The Truth Seems To Flow Out As Fast As I Can Get It Down.

The Family - That Dear Octopus From Whose Tentacles We Never Quite Escape, Nor, In Our Inmost Hearts, Ever Quite Wish To.