What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
Newsletter
It’s the beginning of the Summer Holidays – as the schools empty, the bookshop fills with the sounds of laughter and chatter.
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air ….
As I stumble through this life,
help me to create more laughter than tears,
‘She longed to go alone far into the fields and hear the birds singing’
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
