rushing by

I seem to be always away these days. First the Peak District (chavs), then Provence (divine), then last night we came back from two days in Herefordshire (birthplace 1 1/2 years ago of my HP opus of t'mind), and on Friday we're off to Holland for the parent's huge anniversary dinner for which I am yet to finish my speech, let alone outfit the children with costumes, specially-composed songs, lines to recite and ...!!!

*waves at all of you as self rushes past en route to elsewhere*

But, oh, this weather!!! *ADORES*

Also, I learned three poems off by heart over the weekend. Samuel Taylor, Kubla Khan. Percy Bysshe, Ozymandias. And the inscription over the Gates of Hell from Dante t'Divine!!