Oops, it seems I uploaded the wrong thought from Tony, here is the one intended.
The other day, Elaine and I were talking about some of the places we should visit as soon as we get the opportunity, and the Corona virus restrictions have been lifted. After all, we have joined the National Trust. As they used to say, we have things to do, places to see, people to meet.
A short time after our conversation, I remembered a story I had heard years ago about a couple who had gone on Holiday to France, to see places they had heard about but never seen.
“They had almost finished their continental holiday – the first time they had been out of England.
Everything was new to them, and almost everything had been wonderful. Now enjoying the sunshine amongst the bright and friendly pavement cafés, they found themselves sitting, drinking coffee in the shadow of a great cathedral, the last stop of the last coach-outing.
A Frenchman came and sat down beside them and began to talk – fortunately for them, in English. They told him happily about .their holiday and the things they had seen. Finally, because it was the last thing they had seen, they enthused about the cathedral. He nodded, pleased with their praise. ‘Yes,’ he said, ‘it is good. But your Westminster Abbey! Ah – now that is magnifique!’ ‘I suppose so,’ responded the girl. ‘But, to tell you the truth, I’ve never been inside it.’ The Frenchman looked shocked. ‘No? But where do you live?’ ‘London,’ she replied”.
Reminds me of a poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning the first time I read it, it stoped me in my tracks, it made me laugh, then I thought about it for ages.
“Earth’s crammed with heaven
And every common bush afire with God;
And only he who sees takes off his shoes-
The rest sit around and pluck blackberries.”
I wonder what we are likely to miss today?
Now there’s a thought.