With Alan's Sepia Saturday photo this week being of a man asleep I was reminded of a not so private joke in our family. As I've grown older there has been a greater tendency for me to fall asleep in the evening. Hence someone saying, "Bob, you're tired. Go to bed."
I maintain that this is what inspired my daughter to send me this photo taken a few years ago on a trip to Washington DC.
I've been on a few red-eyed flights in my time but always managed to avoid travelling by sea. Perhaps as well because I don't think I would have appreciated sleeping arrangements like this,
|Steerage aboard SS Great Britain|
Travelling on business can be a bit of a dog's life. I've always envied the way a dog can lie down and dream - presumably about the the finer things in life.
|Tired Golden Labrador Pup|
Some people of course may sleep for ages - Rip Van Winkle springs to mind. However Britain's oldest known poet has been asleep for quite a while.
|Memorial to Caedmon, St Mary's Churchyard, Whitby, North Yorkshire|
(By Richard Thomas - CC A-S A 2.0 license)
Cædmon is the earliest English poet whose name is known. An Anglo-Saxon who cared for the animals he was attached to the double monastery of Streonæshalch (Whitby Abbey) during the abbacy (657–680) of St Hilda (614–680), he was originally ignorant of "the art of song" but learned to compose one night in the course of a dream, according to the 8th-century monk Bede. He later became a zealous monk and an accomplished and inspirational religious poet. (ex wikipedia)
As Cædmon cared for animals I decided to end with a dreamer of the future.
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