I often hear people talk about ‘living in the moment’. I’m not quite sure what that means, but it does seem foolish to both ignore the lessons of past experience and fail to plan for a rewarding future. Better to cultivate the ability to be in the moment, to enjoy the experiences of our senses, however small, to the full. Sitting quietly in the Beechwoods on the 18th July: the sound of the breeze in the trees, rising and falling between murmuring and rustling; pigeons cooing and a wren trilling; the sudden broken clatter of something falling through the branches; footsteps, a dog barking, the clink of a chain.
Photo: The Beechwoods, Cambridge, May 2017