This afternoon friend W and I started the first of a session of classes. There will be a class on a Thursday afternoon (the art and literature of the English Countryside) and a class on a Friday afternoon (Dear Diary with a Yorkshire accent).
This afternoon we looked at the Diary of Faith Gray, a woman who lived in York in the eighteenth century. It makes fascinating reading charting her life, the birth of her seven children and also a catalogue of the good works she became involved in. She was obviously interested in keeping children off the streets and helping them to learn some kind of trade so that they could earn a living.
Driving home afterwards we discussed why we go to these classes. We obviously do not remember everything we hear, read and discuss, but it does give us a look at peoples' lives and it does mean that (while we can) we are getting out and getting involved with other people. The same will be true of the art and literature class which begins next week.
So yes, it is worth it. Should we live to be really old (!!) and lose our mobility, then will be the time when we may have to stay in. In the meantime - we need to get out amongst folk and keep learning. If you don't use it you lose it.
Incidentally, whilst I was out, that sneaky farmer used his chain saw (which I had expressly forbidden him to do because of his balance problem) to saw down three dead fir trees in the front garden. In the centre of the largest was a nest which looked suspiciously like a robin's nest. I hope it was the one who built in the watering can earlier in the year - do you remember the farmer inadvertently picked up the can and disturbed Mrs. Robin and she never returned to her eggs.