Hurrying Slowly

It seemed a shame to waste the sun, so we took our Sunday drive on Saturday. “Where to?” asked my husband, and I answered the way I always do. “Somewhere interesting.”

I’d heard of Festina Lente before. (Of course I had. An Irish foundation with a Latin name that sounds like a Koan?) I’d just never visited.

The foundation is based in Bray, in the grounds of an old family home. Its mission is to provide learning and employment opportunities to people whose needs are not met in mainstream environments. All welcome so.

Our first stop was the stable yard. We ambled around, read the short biographies pinned to the horses’ doors. One horse was good at reading body language, another at helping nervous riders become confident.

A puppy training class was taking place in an outdoor paddock, and we cheered on an incorrigible terrier. “ADHD,” suggested my husband, as the terrier raced in circles. His classmates sat demurely, eating treats.

In the formal garden, a group of children were celebrating a birthday. Mostly, their celebration involved skipping across the lawn, but occasionally they stopped to ring a small bell that was hanging near the wall. Our own fifteen year-old ‘baby’ watched.

We wandered beside the ornamental ponds, elegant in their symmetry. A terrapin lounged on a float, stretched its long, lovely neck to the sky.

The kitchen garden was casual and charming. Prolific, too. We drank coffee beside a tree sporting the largest pears we’d ever seen. “You’re welcome to pick one,” said the woman in the shop. “But they’re cooking pears. Hard to digest.” We bought some apples instead, freshly picked, autumn-sweet.

Impossible not to think of time in a place dedicated to its extremes of speed. MacNiece’s poem, Meeting Point, came to mind, but Time wasn’t away and somewhere else, it was here, urging itself into my consciousness.

More haste less speed is an approximation of festina lente. But I prefer the classic translation, make haste slowly. It seems more honest.

The days race by, no matter how mindful we are.

The children skip and the apples fall.

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8 thoughts on “Hurrying Slowly

  1. I love this Aileen! Kind regards

    Liz Nugent

    1. Thanks Liz. Saw the Italian translation of Unravelling Oliver is out. Usually picture Oliver wearing Prada or Armani, so seems appropriate for him to speak Italian!

  2. It took me a minute to realize where I’d seen “Festina Lente” before. I think it’s painted on the side of the dray wagon that Hook Norton Brewing (UK) still uses for local deliveries. On on the horses’ tack. Or the side of the building. With my meagre Latin, I took it to mean “celebrate slowly”. Sounds like they do that at your Festina Lente, too.

    1. Hi Wendy,

      Like the idea of celebrating slowly! Very cool that your local brewers still use a dray wagon. Picturesque and environmentally friendly!

      1. Oh, I wish they were my local brewer! They’re in the Cotswolds and I’m in Canada. But we usually visit when we’re in the UK. (My hubs is from there, and he’s the only one I imported, so we visit the rest of the family fairly often.)

      2. Ahh. Canada’s a long way from the Cotswalds, that’s for sure. I’ve never been to Canada, but my daughter visited a few summers ago. Said it was so beautiful. Would love to visit some day.

  3. What a lovely sounding place. Thanks for writing about them. Looked them up – I see their puppy training programme is called ‘Wonder Paws.’ That name, combined with your description of one of their trainees, conjures up a whole world of happy enthusiasm!

    1. Hi Elaine, it really is a lovely place. Very calm and soothing. The puppy training class was fun to watch, although I think the woman with the terrier might have appreciated a little less enthusiasm!

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