The poetry of grief: Consolation

A poem by Robert Louis Stevenson Though he, that ever kind and true,Kept stoutly step by step with you,Your whole long, gusty lifetime through,Be gone a while before,Be now a moment gone before,Yet, doubt not, soon the seasons shall restoreYour friend to you. He has but turned the corner — stillHe pushes on with right…

Solitude in grief

The entrance to a rambling 135 hectare country park is just across the road from my home. Once inside, there are hills to climb with countryside views as far away as the neighbouring counties if the weather is fine; small lakes, open green spaces, winding paths and patches of forest. Birdsong in the mornings is…