above : i used to ride horses there as a child and youth
"In my beginning is my end. In succession
Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended,
Are removed, destroyed, restored, or in their place
Is an open field, or a factory, or a by-pass.
Old stone to new building, old timber to new fires,..."
T.S. Eliot, from: East Coker
(though it is rather a November poem..but...because)
