Ullswater

... looking pretty drear in the gloaming on my way back from Cockermouth. Had a Teams chat with J at the end of the day about a work query. Her husband got sick the same time as mine when we were both based in Penrith. We realised we hadn’t really got together since the beetroot soup lunch we shared at her house about 7 years ago. Funny how we both remembered the soup, perhaps it was the vivid colour. We’re now both based in the west team and yet haven’t seen each other in the flesh in all that time. Made us realise how much we work in isolation for so much of the time.

It’s National Poetry Day - this year’s theme ‘Choice’

Choice - Emily Dickinson

Of all the souls that stand create
I have elected one.
When sense from spirit files away,
And subterfuge is done;

When that which is and that which was
Apart, intrinsic, stand,
And this brief tragedy of flesh
Is shifted like a sand;

When figures show their royal front
And mists are carved away, ?
Behold the atom I preferred
To all the lists of clay!