IT is now a far cry since I heard the bagpipes play in that cosy little cottage within the precincts of Cluny Castle, and in an atmosphere of retrospective mood I watch the leaves on an autumn morning falling from the trees all around. I like to look upon this falling of autumnal leaves as symbolic of man, “a glorious ending to a yet more glorious beginning”. Time and mortality cannot affect the eternal value of a life lived in harmony with Beauty and Love.

An Angler’s Prayer

God grant that I may live to fish until my dying day,
And when it comes to my last cast I then must humbly pray
When, in the Lord’s safe landing net, I’m peacefully asleep,
That in His mercy I be judged as good enough to keep.