White in the Moon

White in the moon the long road lies,
The moon stands blank above;
White in the moon the long road lies
That leads me from my love.
Still hangs the hedge without a gust,
Still, still the shadows stay:
My feet upon the moonlit dust
Pursue the ceaseless way.
The world is round, so travellers tell,
And straight though reach the track,
Trudge on, trudge on, ’twill all be well,
The way will guide one back.
But ere the circle homeward hies
Far, far must it remove:
White in the moon the long road lies
That leads me from my love.
AE Housman
and listen to it here  arranged by Johnny Flynn and Robert Macfarlane.
Another gorgeous sunny and crisp day. We've worked hard in the garden and then we worked hard in the conservatory, giving the vine it's annual severe cut and thinning out the monster monstera! See extra!
We had a gentle wander around the circuit, finding ourselves down in Kitchen Cove as this pale moon rose. A hint of a curve for Wide Wednesday!
I doubled booked myself tonight. I should be going to book club but am instead attending my first of 6 session on Irish mythology and folklore - a zoom thing. Not my favourite way of doing things but it should be interesting.