We were guests of the Pat and Alistair at the Domus, an ancient lodge set within Beaulieu Abbey, once home to an order of Cistercian Monks. The event was glorious. Alistair's special words of love for Pat at dinner were as magical as they were eye moistening.

We meet many in our lives but only a few make a lasting impression on our minds and in our hearts. These are the ones we think of often and who do remain important to us as friends.



The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost