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,
ďa glorious ending to a yet more glorious beginningĒ. Time and mortality
cannot affect the eternal value of a life lived in harmony with Beauty
An Anglerís 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 Lordís safe landing net, Iím peacefully asleep,
That in His mercy I be judged as good enough to keep.