Winston Churchill (never thought you’d see his name mentioned on this blog, did you?) once said that you should “never give up on something that you can’t go a day without thinking about.” Aside from his annoying habit of finishing his sentences with a preposition, he was a wise old man, and I, for one, cannot go a day without thinking about blogging. Predictably, everyday life gets in the way, and I am swamped by work, family obligations, and an occasionally lugubrious state of mind. But I guess there is always something to share, like this handwritten poem I came across one afternoon when walking Dave, my dachshund, around Dunraven Bay in South Wales.

Apparently, it was written in 1873 by two solicitors visiting from London and staying with Earl of Dunraven. Can’t you just picture them sitting around a table with a bottle of wine and composing the poem with a quill and a bottle of ink? Note how the first letter of each line spells Dunraven.

Dearly I love Dunraven Bay,

Under its cliffs by night or by day,

Near me the waves on the golden sand,

Roll widely in foam as they dash to the land.

At times it’s so still, I fancy I hear,

Voices of lost ones, melodious and clear.

Even the driftwood seems to say

Never forget life is ebbing away.

Несколько фотографий из поездки с Дейвом, моей таксой, в Уэльс на западе Великобритании.