Sunday 3rd May The Coronet Diaries.

Love, whose month is ever May,Spied a blossom passing fair Playing in the wanton air. Loves Labours' Lost (Photo John Haynes) I have no idea what I want to write about today. Inevitably, the words, Whereof we cannot speak thereof one must remain silent fall to mind, but that is to devaluate Wittgenstein's reference to the [...]