Auld Lang Syne

The year passed as a first draft, no rewrites just like life itself.  Some parts are good when the juices flowed, some parts could have been better and some so bad you find it hard to recognise it as your own.   But there is no re write. No Flaubert obsessing over Madame Bovary here. It was a year when the unthinkable came true.

There was the excitement before Christmas at the launch of our new zinc explorer which emerged as Group Eleven Resources Corporation on the Canadian TSX-V.  There was a sad damper on this achievement with the death of David Whitehead, a very valued member of our team.  My sincere sympathy to his family.  He will be sorely missed as a fine geologist and mentor but most of all as a kind man to those who had the privilege of knowing him.

Who knows what the new year will bring. But we must get inspired and be passionate about what we do.  I hope 2018 stimulates in us the childish awe of discovery in the ordinary.   I wish you all health and enough, but not too much contentment When misty times  come, may we have the strength to endure what comes our way.

Remember always that a dead man can no longer risk and what we leave behind is what we gave away in this life.

Blocks and chains may break our bones and bits of Tulip gossamer  may turn f greedy fever to chilling fear. In metals,  even the base may be in the ascendant and galvanise the  precious.

This year I will try to form habits instead of making resolutions –  bit by bit rather than grand illusions.  Now time to escape to Venice and across the river and into the trees on the winds of a dove for a few days as Storm Dylan, the last of 2017, huffs and puffs and swirls into the Wild Atlantic Way.

At this  end of the year in the distended twilight, before the longer nights, it is a time for taking stock. But  Spring is coming with brightening thaw.

Cast a cold eye, on life on death, Horseman, pass-by – W B Yeats.

Life is too important to be taken seriously – Oscar Wide.

Group Eleven looks forward to a year of surprises!

Happy New Year to you all.


4 thoughts on “Auld Lang Syne”

  1. Thank you John. Time is one certanity we can bank on in an uncertain world – tomorrow will come no matter how hard we try to screw it up. But what we do with today is the question? “Woe to to the race that is too easily satisfied, that ask but a bunch of dates to eat and a wall to protect them from the rays of the sun, for they shall not be long in disappearing from the face of the earth, which they have not known to turn to account” (Gibbon, Decline and Fall…”).
    Well done on what you’ve been doing during 2017 and best wishes to the Barry family and to Group Eleven for 2018.


  2. John; a thoughtful piece, well crafted.

    I knew David Whitehead slightly- he worked f0r a while at Tara Mines when I was starting my glorious career there 46 years ago, and he was indeed kind and helpful.

    Wishing you every success with Group 11- a great acheivement.

    regards Sean


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