An hour of play

You learn more about a person in an hour of play than in a lifetime of conversation

Plato

Having looked at the long term weather forecast, I planned to take today off work to wander the hills of Surrey one last time before the winter with some friends, occasionally (and secondarily) in search of errant golf balls.

With the clocks going back yesterday, I woke early and to a gorgeous, bright, sunny, crisp Autumn morning. Joy!

I then browsed Twitter this morning and saw posts from two friends that really had me think about the topic and value of “play” as we head into this particular winter.

So, first the two posts from my friends David Ross and Julie Drybrough, then my thoughts on the Plato quote that gave me the title for today.

The Empty

First, from David Ross:

As I write this, I sit listening randomly to his gorgeous 80s playlist, particularly loving the reminder of the pure joy of the genius of Paddy McAloon of Prefab Sprout.