April 2002

Editorial

Greetings, Vernal Reader!

    Finally, the sun is shining warm on our faces again, and thoughts turn to reading under a leafy tree. It doesn't seem quite so romantic lugging one's laptop along, though, does it? So perhaps you'll humour us here at Bygone Days and imagine yourself perched with old Bill Wordsworth above Tintern Abbey as you peruse our historical wares. Better still, perhaps you'll pick up a book we recommend, or at least find in these electronic pages a few enduring images to take along with you as you daydream. So says the poet:

These beauteous forms,
Through a long absence, have not been to me
As is a landscape to a blind man's eye:
But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din
Of towns and cities, I have owed to them
In hours of weariness, sensations sweet,
Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart;

	Yours,
	K.A. Corlett

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