Plucking Wild Goats By The Beard: Virginia Woolf


If we didn’t live venturously, plucking the wild goat by the beard, and trembling over precipices, we should never be depressed, I’ve no doubt, but already should be faded, fatalistic and aged.

Virginia Woolf

I decided to go with the literal interpretation of this thought, because the description of this photograph is so wonderfully unlikely: Feral Kashmiri goat grazing rough vegetation on the Great Orme, Llandudno – A herd of these wild goats has grazed the rough pastures on the Great Orme for many years now. Bet you didn’t know that! Uploaded to Wikimedia by Tom Pennington

About layanglicana

Author of books on Calcutta, Delhi and Dar es Salaam, I am now blogging as a lay person about the Church of England and the Anglican Communion. I am also blogging about the effects of World War One on the village of St Mary Bourne, Hampshire.
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