a sense of place

We enjoyed ourselves this Thursday, working with a Board team of mostly young people. Then, after an afternoon of discussions and possibilities with them, the two of us went to Plot 44, for a summer evening of peace and reflections.

From the first time I read the poem I wanted to go there, I wanted to find it. So beautifully described I assumed it would be be a real place. I could find it on no map, but still I wanted to go there, in my deep heart’s core. ‘The Lake Isle of Innisfree’ – the bee-loud glade?

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