The lane out of the village
to the mill provides a convenient and pleasant three mile return walk, useful for
regular physical exercise but with the views changing only with the seasons it
could lose its novelty value quite quickly, so I have decided to add some
mental diversion by taking with me a poem to memorise en route; today’s choice
was Robert Frost’s “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” first encountered for
my English Lit. ‘O’ level 44 years ago, which ends with haunting lines that I
have oft since repeated to myself in times of temptation, tiredness or
tribulation – The woods are lovely, dark
and deep / But I have promises to keep / And miles to go before I sleep / And
miles to go before I sleep.
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