hello and welcome to Autumn 2015 TVA newsletter!
So, who better to quote from than Shakespeare? Here is a quatrain from Sonnet 73, one of my favourite poems of all time:
That time of year thou may’st in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.