Thought for today:
"There is a place to which I go when days seem too superficial and my lungs start to long for that fresh air that is found most sweetly in the secret vale of Haworth Heath. To see the red poppies glow in fields of blood at evening hour and to hear no sound except that of pheasants walking in the long grass and the tiny running feet of the field mouse is music to my ears and comfort to my soul. If only........if only I could build my cottage there and become part of the natural surround then all my earthly dreams would have been answered; for in this sacred place Sheila and I would lie in love and peaceful passion for all time." William Forde: June 9th, 2013.
"There is a place to which I go when days seem too superficial and my lungs start to long for that fresh air that is found most sweetly in the secret vale of Haworth Heath. To see the red poppies glow in fields of blood at evening hour and to hear no sound except that of pheasants walking in the long grass and the tiny running feet of the field mouse is music to my ears and comfort to my soul. If only........if only I could build my cottage there and become part of the natural surround then all my earthly dreams would have been answered; for in this sacred place Sheila and I would lie in love and peaceful passion for all time." William Forde: June 9th, 2013.
