I love this time of year, the cold beginning to break trhough, the wind picking, the big seas and the sheer drama of it - and it got me thinking of this:
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
But sad mortality o'ersways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold plea...
No prizes for guessing which Shakespearean sonnet that is but as I was writing an old friend of a tune slipped onto my airways and so I am going to post it here - I am in Winchester, teaching this afternoon and then later hosting Tami Haaland, the Poet Laureate of Montana but this music sets things off nicely - I could listen while watching the sea and maybe drinking coffee:
