Monday, 12 December 2016
Here lies the grave of Jeremy Day.
He died defending his right of way.
His way was right.
His will was strong.
But he's just as dead as if he'd been wrong.
(This is a poem I have used since I was a teenager. It is in my journal from that era. I cannot find an original source and I have none specified in my journal. I cannot believe that it is an original of mine although I would like to believe that. If anyone knows the source I would be grateful if they would say so.)