Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, but bears it out even to the edge of doom

Listening back to the recording of Land's End on a miserable, rainy day in the circumstances of a more or less total lockdown in the UK due to the global coronavirus pandemic, I was filled with both a strong urge to be there, standing at the edge of the cliff and gazing out to sea, but also a sense of profound melancholy for the world's colossal halt this year.

Around the same time, I'd heard an absolutely beautiful recording of Sir Patrick Stewart reading out Shakespeare's Sonnet 116, with the devastating couplet:

These two things came together into this mournful piece, which at once yearns to be out in the wilds of nature, but laments for the world's grinding lockdown to end safely for as many of us as possible.

Reimagined by Cities and Memory, and I hope Sir Patrick doesn't mind the use of his beautiful reading.