Pleasure never is at home:
At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth,
Like to bubbles when rain pelteth;
Then let winged Fancy wander
Through the thought still spread beyond her:
Open wide the mind's caged-door,
She'll dart froth, and cloudward soar..." John Keats, Fancy
This weekend, welcome rains came with lovely theatrical thunder storms and balmy weather. They made us want to batten down the hatches, an opportunity to catch up with all those household jobs and at last read....
Quite different from Saturday of Spring bank holiday weekend when we took a break to walk along the river and stop at the Kings Arms to have a ginger beer or coffee...