I’ve been searching my brain for days and days, hunting down a quotation that I feel may explain my present state. I just now recollected the author, which is something. Given that and some diligent Googling, I found my quote in no more than ten minutes:
“The years between fifty and seventy are the hardest. You are always being asked to do more, and you are not yet decrepit enough to turn them down.” — T S Eliot
I’m not sure this version is entirely accurate. I think there may have been ‘things’ after the more, and I seem to remember that the quote continues, importantly, saying that, [after seventy] one needs give no reason or excuse for the turning down.
This’ll do, though. I decline to do what I do not want to do, and feel no need to excuse or explain.
So, I’ll not claim to have enjoyed my short break, nor to have hated it. It was necessary, and that’s all I shall say on the subject.
We had a day by the sea, which was good, and I took a photograph, which is neither good nor bad. Just enough, and that’s enough for me:
Waiting for the tide; Swansea Bay
I’ve been doing a lot of waiting for the tide.
