2024 ThRNC season bedwetters

Further to the momentum of above, I had - in tribute the the copyists of old (the monks, the scribes, Bede et al.) - collected some poetry for inspiration:

For Spring/Summer,

‘Country in Spring’

These lonely hills possess such charms for me,

These glades in all their native wilderness dressed,

That day by day unwearied still I see,

And plant their image in my thoughtful breast.

Pleased, I behold the new-born verdure grow,

The tender shoots put forth their leafy green;

Or sit besides the stream, whose limpid flow

Bathes, and reflects at once, the forest scene.

Here all unseen, long tranquil days I lead;

Here from my heart’s pernicious soil I cast

Each evil thought, each noxious metal weed:

Here muse in silence o’er my errors past;

And on some tree my self-inflicted woes

Record, and bathe with tears; and there repentance grows!

Filicaia

I expect, Vincenzo de Filicaia of Florence (1642 – 1707). Translated into English from the Italian composition by Edward Earl of Derby, as published in The Iliad of Homer (Sixth Edition, 1867) by John Murray (London: Albernale Street). Printed by William Clowes and Sons (of Stamford Street and Charing Cross).

I believe a website exclusive as Bing (as of yesterday) could not locate its presence on the worldwide web.

P.S.

My own fond memories of Spring/Summer (yet to make it into verse) include one mid-week ride that briefly intersected with wild deer crossing the route (thankfully without physical contact).

P.P.S.

The incident (Incident: DDoS Attack on 2024-05-24) provided more time to find more inspiration.

The front cover of the New Statesman for this week, 'Spring Special' was beautifully timed,

(link here)