Generally speaking, my memory is appalling. I have two memory challenges on my 40 before 40 list, so I'm breaking myself in gently with the easier option. I last had to commit this to memory about 27 years ago. In the second year of high school we were introduced to Shakespeare and all students had to participate in acting out part of a play. I was given ten lines as Snout from A Midsummer Nights Dream. I can't remember why Snout was playing a wall, I told you my memory was rubbish, so tonight I went looking for a wall to photograph and found a sunset at the same time

In this same interlude it doth befall
That I, one Snout by name, present a wall;
And such a wall, as I would have you think,
That had in it a crannied hole or chink,
Through which the lovers, Pyramus and Thisby,
Did whisper often very secretly.
This loam, this rough-cast and this stone doth show
That I am that same wall; the truth is so:
And this the cranny is, right and sinister,
Through which the fearful lovers are to whisper.