Fire & Ice
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Robert Frost
Blimey, another gorgeous day - bright but bitterly cold, the ice and frost never really thawing. Housekeeping in the morning then we went for a yomp. Himself just did the circuit minor but I carried on, it was so beautiful and no wind. Fires on the Mizen; fat robins in every bush; the four donkeys getting some snacks from a mum, granny and two toddlers; P wondering if I had seen her dog (no but I heard it and I reckon it was after rabbits); another couple, their three teenage kids ways behind but chattering three to the dozen and a grandpa and his four grandkids wondering if the ice on a little lough would be strong enough to skate on - tomorrow they reckoned.
I came home over the top on the moorland, then zigzagged back down to the coast to watch the sunset. I was amazed how many planes I saw considering they have been very rarely spotted lately.
Home for a cuppa and piece of gingerbread.
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