Wednesday, 7 November 2012

Poetry ( and string quartets) have enhanced my life since I discovered them 55 years ago. This to you all:-

The end of Sonnet XXX (Shakespeare - who else)

But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restor'd and sorrows end.


Pipers said...


Anonymous said...

You must have room for a bit of boat and a tin of varnish. The club hut is full. See we're thinking about you. Peter S.