Perhaps those who were discourteous may heed these words.
You smile upon your friend to-day,
To-day his ills are over;
You hearken to the lover's say,
And happy is the lover.
'Tis late to hearken, late to smile,
But better late than never;
I shall have lived a little while
Before I die for ever
A E Housman
Housman was actually a Worcestershire lad born at Focbury but living his early years and schooling at Bromsgrove in Worcestershire.He admitted 'he hardly ever visited Shropshire but gazed upon its hills on his western horizon'
I sent Rabbit a calendar with views of 'the land of lost content' perhaps he could post a few here to brighten the winter up. If it really is a land that has lost something, I may have the answer, because whenever I shoot or walk there I find all the contentment one could ever wish for.
