Twelfth Night – the last of Christmas.
Now, if like Viola and Sebastian you happen to find yourself shipwrecked and cast onto the shore of Illyria, you might find that you are without you necessary walking kit.
And what should I do in Illyria?
In these circumstances, the first task is to find shelter, then sustenance. Food can wait, but Not to be abed after midnight is to be up betimes. Illyria is well provided with forests, but keep far enough up that Still you keep o’ the windy side o’ the law.
As to food, If music be the food of love, play on; but that will not fill a stomach. You might find a tavern but That quaffing and drinking will undo you: I heard my lady talk of it yesterday. Short of finding a lovelorn duke to employ you, your survival skills are needed from the moment you have crawled onto the shore But jealousy what might befall your travel, Being skilless in these parts; which to a stranger, Unguided and unfriended, often prove Rough and unhospitable.
Have a fine and exciting 2018.