Oh, the water is of emerald
And the beach is white as snow,
And everyone’s got money
And no place to go...
And the streets are all so quiet,
And the walls are squeaky clean.
I think you ain’t been nowhere
‘Til the town of Biscuit City you have seen.
Written and sung by Gordon Lightfoot
There is no such place, of course. Though there may be locations that are as serene and happy, Biscuit City is a state of mind. It’s where there is peace and calm; trouble doesn’t exist there, indeed it cannot, and all is as it should be.
I will start my three weeks’ holiday at the end of work today. I will add to the blog during the days to come - cats, after all, take no time off from being worthy subjects of writing - but I will have more opportunity for the things I enjoy; more time, though it will move more swiftly. So I am off to my own Biscuit City for a while. I hope you will join me now and then.