In this sad world of ours, sorrow comes to all; and, to the young, it comes with bitterest agony, because it takes them unawares. The older have learned to ever expect it.

How good it is to walk. How salutary, how pleasing, how utterly essential. How renewing, how refreshing How so existential Walking is balm to a troubled soul, and all people with souls have troubles. In bad times and in good, a march across countryside Lends perspective and eases the mind. Meanwhile, the dog, for whom every walk is a liberation, Lends you a little of her joy in being alive.

'Life's not fair is it? Some of us drink champagne in the fast lane, and some of us eat our sandwiches by the loose chippings on the A597.'

When you get into a tight place and everything goes against you till it seems as though you could not hold on a minute longer, never give up then, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn

Do not mind anything that anyone tells you about anyone else. Judge everyone and everything for yourself.