The Sunday Digest 187
"One thing is sure, I had a feeling of immense content."
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Sunday Watch: Raining In The Cotswolds
One of my favorite parts of travel is the hour before dinner. It could be because of all the time I spent as a kid waiting for my parents to get ready, but it also may just be the built-in excuse to relax after changing clothes. On our last night in Daylesford a couple weeks ago, we had a brief but comforting rain shower that hit at the perfect time.
Enjoy the latest version of Sunday Scaries Slow TV, Raining in the Cotswolds.
And if you want something to read this week — Postcards: Cotswolds.
The Sunday Haiku
Exhausted, sunburnt,
counting drinks, checking accounts,
a long long weekend.
New Episode › Retail Therapy 159: Performative Heat
Tips and tricks for dressing to beat the heat, performative smoking has taken over Euro Summer, hot girls drive cool cars, Rory McIlroy’s Wimbledon fit, Dua Lipa’s honeymoon tour, Barrett’s PYOG returns, an edition of Freak or Don’t Freak, wishlist items, and more.
Listen to Retail Therapy on Spotify, Apple Podcasts, YouTube, and anywhere else podcasts are found. You can also follow Retail Therapy on Substack.
Things I Saved This Week
My Sunday To-Do List
What if — just what if — I didn’t want to make a to-do list today because I’d rather see where the day takes me? If there’s ever a day to abandon ship on responsibilities, it’s the final day of a long weekend.
Instead, here’s an excerpt I recently read from A Month in the Country by J. L. Carr:
There was so much time that marvelous summer. Day after day, mist rose from the meadow as the sky lightened and hedges, barns and woods took shape until, at last, the long curving back of the hills lifted away from the plain.
It was a sort of stage-magic — now you don’t see; indeed, there is nothing to see. Now look! Day after day, it was like that and each morning I leaned on the yard gate drag. One thing is sure, I had a feeling of immense content and, if I thought at all, it was that I’d like this to go on and on, no-one going, no-one coming, autumn and winter always loitering around the corner, summer’s ripeness lasting forever, nothing disturbing the even tenor of my way.
Hangovers be damned, may this Sunday leave you with a feeling of immense content,
— Will