Across the Pond

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the universe, and feel
What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
(Lord Byron)


Off camping in Dorset for the weekend! I'm sure the shores are far from lonely and the woods I hear have plenty a path, but there will be ocean (correction: The English Channel) and fresh air and that's good enough for me.