The pale yellow woods were waning,
The broad stream in his banks complaining,
Heavily the low sky raining
Over tower'd Camelot;
Down she came and found a boat
Beneath a willow left afloat,
And round about the prow she wrote
The Lady of Shalott.
~ Excerpt from The Lady of Shalott by Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Lady of Shalott oil on canvas by John William Waterhouse
Like Tennyson’s Lady of Shalott, we must, at least once and without regret (no matter what the outcome may be), break away from the humdrum of our everyday environment and travel! Whether it be to exotic lands or the neighbouring town, a holiday can refresh mind, body and spirit. And if our experience does not live up to our expectations, we will have learned to appreciate the comforts of home all the more.