Lois Elsden
WRITER
Tomorrow… Orson Welles
What a genius Welles was. She should have died hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow, […]
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Ploughing…
This photo of my husband’s grandfather must have been taken some time before the war… what a different age, and how hard their lives must have been.
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A different autumn day
A different autumn day, looking from the old tower on Uphill, across the estuary of the River Axe towards Brean Down, a peninsular sticking out into St George’s Channel, the last tail-end of the Mendip Hills.
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