California Teen dies after fall at Capilano Suspension Bridge

So, 7th june this year, a california teenager died after falling more than 30 metres from Capilano Suspension Bridge. The teenager, believed to be on a graduation trip with other students and teachers is said to have died after a tragic accident at the local tourist attraction. The part of the attraction the teen is said to have fallen from, however, is surrounded by a fence and signes warning of danger. This suggests that, though the fall would have been accidental, the blame is almost entirely on the teen himself. A tragic accident though it is, the teenager, having climbed a fenced off area warning of steep drops can't have been assuming that he was safe. The suspension bridge was open, and the tourist attraction fully operational once again, the day after the accident, though should more safety precations be put into place at the suspension bridge? Though the attraction itself can barely be held responsible, you would think that an attraction on as large a scale as the suspension bridge would have safety measures to prevent against this sort of incident. Whatever happens though, my fear of heights is now definitely multiplied.

http://www.theglobeandmail.com/news/national/british-columbia/teen-dies-after-fall-at-capilano-suspension-bridge/article1594452/

South Africa Action Heating Up

So, the world cup comes to South Africa, after four long years, I finally get to enjoy watching the very best of the best once again. Of the many teams to participate in the World Cup, once again the bfavourites of the tournament stand out from the rest, though with the previous world cup holders, Italy, drawing their round game today, we can probably expect to see quite a few upsets in the coming tournament. Now year after year, we find where everyones loyalties lie, and again, I will be killing my soul in the process of routing for the UK favourites, England. The very disappointing Welsh haven't qualified for a World Cup since I can remember so I fall to the English, on my knees in the hope that maybe they can make it past the group stages. After just 4 days into the World Cup, we've seen many displays of world class football, with only 1 of the games in the group stages so far making it past a 2 goal win, when Germany obliterated the Australians 4-0. After such outstanding skills on show so far, we can only wait and see whether any other team can finally make an impact on the group standings. Brazil on day 5 gets to showcase their talent, and I think I speak for everyone when I say I'm very excited to see the best in the world play. Though for now, Go England!

Bench Assignment

1) The bench I have chosen is in a small trail just off Milton. The bench sits in a small clearing near the end of the path, partly shaded, yet still illuminated by the sun. The small bench is obviously old, the wood chipped, the paint cracked at parts. The bench, now, is a dirty green colour, covered in dust, dirt, and local graffiti, the bench almost seems forgotten. Set aside from the path, this bench seems like an offering to take a break for dog walkers and runners alike, happily accepting the chance to rest.

2) From the bench, the trees surrounding it let in little light, keeping the bench shaded and cool, yet there is enough light to feel the warmth of the sun, or as it has been lately, the rain falling on me. The tranquil beauty of nature surrounding me, with a view of the mountains at the end of the trail relaxes me, a calming deviation from normal life, where I find myself becoming lost in my writing. I almost start to think of the story, 'Imagine a day at the end of your life' where the falling leaves remind me of the beauty of life and nature, the bench almost forgotten with the dying light almost scares me, the passage of time always following, life taking a whole new direction, the end of such a huge part of my life. Thinking about this, I want the world to stop, for time to freeze and for me just to sit, not thinking.

3) If a bench were dedicated to me, I would like it somewhere that means something to me. As a child, my parents, particularly my mother liked to visit Tintern Abbey, this beautiful monument just off of the Wye river. Befitting to Wordsworth, I would like the inscription plate to read, "For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes the still, sad nature of humanity."

4) If I could dedicate a bench, I would dedicate it to my grandfather. He was a big lover of golf, and often played at Maesteg golf course. He was a very good golfer and tended to win most tournaments he entered. After he passed away, his ashes were scattered on the golf course, to be carried with the wind (as the course was conveniently placed on the side of a mountain). If I could dedicate a bench, it would be somewhere in the middle of the course, as all golfers know, there doesn't often tend to be many places to take a break where you're doing a casual 18 holes. The inscription plate would read something like, 'To my grandfather, always keep your eyes on the ball. Your loving grandson, Rhys.'

5) When I saw my bench at the park trail, I was walking my dog, the bench seemed like a good resting spot. It was a hot day the summer of last year, my dog seemed tired, and reluctant to move on, so we stopped. The sun was bearing down, and due to the time of day, the trees surrounding the bench offered a patch of shade, safe from the unbearable heat. It was a quiet day at the park, but now and then, children could be seen passing through the trail. It was still so peaceful in the clearing, and as I sat, I admired the tranquility of the surroundings, and the bench itself. After a long period of time, I cannot say how long, i got back up and returned along the trail with my dog, though having left the clearing, I found myself longing for the peace I gained sitting at my bench.

6 & 7)
The Darkling Thrush
Thomas Hardy

I leant upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-gray,
And Winter's dregs made desolate
The weakening eye of day.
The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
Like strings of broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Had sought their household fires.

The land's sharp features seemed to be
The century's corpse outleant,
His crypt the cloudy canopy,
The wind his death lament.
The ancient pulse of germ and birth
Was shrunken hard and dry,
And every spirit upon Earth
Seemed fervourless as I.

At once a voice arose among
The bleak twigs overhead
In a full-hearted evensong
Of joy ilimited;
An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,
In blast beruffled plume,
Had chosen thus to fling his soul
Upon the glowing gloom.

So little cause for carolings
Of such ecstatic sound
Was written on terrestrial things
Afar or nigh around,
That i could think there trembled through
His happy goodnight air
Some blessed hope whereof he knew
And I was unaware.

‘The Darkling Thrush’ by Thomas Hardy suits my bench, and my personal philosophy of life in many ways. Sitting here on my bench I look at the mountains, realizing the beauty of nature and the world around me. The sky is clear, a bird sings its song in the tree sheltering me, and buttercups spring up around me, filling the empty space around the park. I think how beautiful the world is and wonder how long this can last. The sentiment of the poem echoes my thoughts of how, through everything humans have done to the world, nature is set aside, knowing of, “some blessed hope.” Nature as a whole has evaded mankind’s destruction for so long and yet still remains such a beautiful and untouched part of life. Nature remaining so untouched also reconnects people with themselves and a sense of life that has been lost to us for so long. It also gives people a sense of faith, and belonging. When we think of nature, the beauty that is, “God’s handwriting, a sense of faith and religion is restored, the sense of religion that has been lost with the coming of our generation. Hardy also sees the coming generation with such uncertainty, yet the thrush sings loudly, “some blessed hope whereof he knew.” In a time in life where everything is so uncertain, I find it easy to relate to Hardy’s ideas in the poem.

8) In my opinion parks are there, freely available so that anyone can appreciate nature. Parks are usually full of colourful flowers, open, grassy areas, a place where people can relax and enjoy the tranquility of nature. Parks can also be there for social gatherings, where people can meet somewhere calm and just enjoy eachothers company. Also, people often use parks as a chance to exercise, to be one with nature. However, parks aren't just for people to exercise, as they are commonly used as meeting places for all sorts of pets, mainly dogs hopefully. Whatever reason parks are used for, they are there for people to appreciate the beauty and peacefulness of nature.

9)
My poem:

Who are we to stop the bird in its song?
What are we to say that the flowers are wrong?
My love, we do what we must so that we may belong,
It's just us, our presence so strong.