Farewell to Fairacre
“The early mornings were particularly idyllic. In my garden the daffodils flourished their golden trumpets, and sturdy double tulips glowed in a stone trough by my front door. The lilac bushes bore pyramids of blue-grey buds, ready to burst into fragrant bloom, and everywhere the small birds darted feverishly in their search for food for their young.
The drive along the leafy lane to Fairacre was equally enchanting. The blackthorn bushes were a froth of white blossom which spilled into the road ...with every gust of wind, strewing the surface with petal-confetti. Lambs gambolled in the fields, larks sang above and it was almost too much to ask to go into school on such mornings.
I comforted myself with the exquisite thought that by next spring time I should be able to revel freely in all this feverish excitement of flora and fauna, untouched by the stern finger of duty pointing me to a bleaker path.
Now that the end of my professional life was so near I looked forward to freedom with ever-increasing pleasure.MoreLess
The drive along the leafy lane to Fairacre was equally enchanting. The blackthorn bushes were a froth of white blossom which spilled into the road ...with every gust of wind, strewing the surface with petal-confetti. Lambs gambolled in the fields, larks sang above and it was almost too much to ask to go into school on such mornings.
I comforted myself with the exquisite thought that by next spring time I should be able to revel freely in all this feverish excitement of flora and fauna, untouched by the stern finger of duty pointing me to a bleaker path.
Now that the end of my professional life was so near I looked forward to freedom with ever-increasing pleasure.MoreLess
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