Down Among The Reeds And Rushes

Over lunch with my sister and brother-in-law last Sunday, we were discussing how fortunate and grateful we have been to have lived at a time of relative peace and comfort in a country where, thanks to our parents' generation and the bravery of our current armed forces, we personally have not been required to fight to protect our freedom; we've been able to afford to own our own house, to enjoy a career we'd always wanted to follow and live in an attractive part of the country; we've been able to afford to travel to far-flung parts of the world and are lucky enough to have earned a pension that enables us to continue to enjoy these things in our retirement; many of these are things that our own children unfortunately won't be able to take for granted and people in other parts of the world haven't been able to in our lifetime.

Today, we were grateful to have the leisure and health to take a cycle ride across the Levels in the winter sun, before the rain returned this afternoon.

Today's title, of course, is taken from Paul Simon's Born At The Right Time.