Henry Beston on the sun – from Chapter 4 of ‘The Outermost House’, his lovely book about life on the shore of Cape Cod

‘All these autumn weeks I have watched the great disc going south along the horizon of moorlands beyond the marsh, now sinking behind this field, now behind this leafless tree, now behind this sedgy hillock dappled with thin snow. We lose a great deal, I think, when we lose this sense and feeling for the sun. ¬†When all has been said, the adventure of the sun is the great natural drama by which we live, and not to have joy in it and awe of it, not to share in it, is to close a dull door on nature’s sustaining and poetic spirit.’