This is by way of being a farewell, as I've decided to stop blogging, at least for a while. The challenges of a new job in a new location, and the daily workload of getting the children to school, mucking out the horses, not to mention bell-ringing rehearsals and tending to the garden, mean its all just too much. When I found I was reading with even a thought of duty in my mind, I knew it was time to go!
I've enjoyed the writing, and I've enjoyed the occasional comment - whether witty, informative, or challenging, and I shall be sorry to lose that. But I haven't enjoyed the difficulty of dealing with typepad's clunky and inflexible system, or trying to get things put right when anything goes wrong (often), nor the occasional bouts of offensive spam.
But let me leave you on two positive notes:
- Last weekend, as part of the Chipping Campden literary festival, to Burnt Norton, locus of T S Eliot's poem of the same name (the first of the Four Quartets). I only heard about this the morning of the event, a moment of Eliotesqe serendipidity in itself. As this is a private garden, this was a treat, in spite of driving rain and freezing winds. A learned Eliot scholar took us round, and the garden is well worth a visit in its own right. Burnt Norton is enhanced and personalised by this visit.
- I recommend Timothy Garton Ash's recent book of political journalism - Facts are Subversive: Political Writing from a Decade without a Name, which is erudite and entertaining on the politics of the past decade, without ever being a heavy read.
Enjoy all your reading, try something new every now and then; never let your reading become a duty or a bore. You are old enough to give up an uninteresting book, now, and free not to read the classics or the fashionable. Go well!