It matters not
What you leave behind
Nor if your partner looks sideways
While you look forwards
No amount of wealth it seems
Can make a man, or his possessions, immortal
For he, and they, will surely
Be impoverished by the passages of time
All day long
I ought to carry this thought with me
Nothing should become too too precious
That it may not be written of by me
Currently closed
The chapel and the restaurant
Also the fishing pegs by the lakes
Otherwise, open for admission (tickets only)
The quiet stone
Stands beside the old wooden door
Where the threshold is much underused
The latest change is 1995
Smell the grass, freshly mown
See the heather, and the Acer
Take in the splendour
And think of how life might have been
