No. 132: 🧸️ Playful Play

A planifesto for better learning

Hello,

And so, we’re into autumn,

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness

As our old friend Keats put it.

I found out recently that Keats wrote his ‘Ode to a Nightingale’ in the garden of one of our local pubs, The Spaniard’s Inn. So I looked to see if I had written anything while I’ve been there and my only opus was this text I sent while having lunch:

At …