"No," she said. "It was a great storm.”

As she spoke she turned to look at him, for the first time directly, with large black eyes. A sudden burst of wind blew her hair free of her face, leaving it fully exposed.

“This fusion of wood and water is an entrancing thing. Without the wood the stream would be nothing: a mere thin watercourse winding through its flat meadows. Without the water the wood, on its slope and with its air of quietness and mystery and of being a world within itself, could not help being a constantly delightful thing. But water and wood, together, shading and watering and bounding each other, each give to the other something which the other does not possess, the wood giving to the stream something solid and shadowy and immemorial, the stream giving to the wood all the incomparable movement and twinkling transcience of moving water, the tree shadows standing deep in the stream, the reflection of sunlight flickering a kind of waterlight up into the shadowy branches of pine and alder. The wood and the water are here, in fact, one, for each other and with each other. It is a fusion that is almost perfect.” ― H.E. Bates, Through the Woods

[Girobosco, 01.05.2020, Morbello, Italy]

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The Brigadier was more than kind: 'Well, in her own sweet way I suppose she is. Fact is, I suppose, she's the only one who can spare the time. Nobody else has the time.'

That was it. Nobody had the time. In the crushing, rushing pressure of modern life nobody, even in the country, had the time."

Agnes Miller Parker (1895–1980) - Illustration for Down The River by H.E. Bates