Caterickes, & Hircanios
July 7th, 2007 05:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolfinthewoodLear. Blow wind & cracke your cheekes, rage, blow
You caterickes, & Hircanios spout til you have drencht
The steeples drown’d the cockes...
William Shakespeare (1564–1616)
from King Lear (1608 quarto)
We planned to take a holiday in Devon last week, camping in our fine new tent. We assured each other repeatedly that we were quite used to camping in the rain; which is perfectly true. Just before we were due to leave, I copped out. I was anticipating too clearly another of those moments when you realise that the car is hopelessly stuck in the mire that was once a campsite, and you have to find someone with a four-wheel drive and a tow rope... So instead we arranged to stay in a static caravan in Derbyshire, in the Dove Valley. We got quite as wet and muddy as is ever fun. From time to time in the evenings, as we listened to the rain drumming on the roof, one of us would remark, “You know, I’m glad we’re not in a tent,” and the other would heartily agree. But the clouds and the colours were amazing; the landscape is so much more lovely when the light is always changing than it is under constant bright sun. And if we sometimes got soaking wet, well, we had some excellent walks.
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Date: July 8th, 2007 01:53 pm (UTC)