In memory of my one and only dog – a bigger than average Scottish Terrier called, Ebenezer – a real character who died 21 years ago today on the 30th. September 1994. He was an excellent walking companion – and over his lifetime we walked miles and miles and miles together…
He loved to visit Dartmoor too – and being very hairy – he enjoyed nothing better than cooling-off in the clear Dartmoor streams and rivers. (Having dug out this olde photograph – I notice I still wear my hair the same – only now I’m greyer – much greyer!)
Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?
That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again.
A. E. Houseman