It was the First World War poet Edward Thomas who coined the phrase ‘first known when lost’. He was expressing how surprised and bereft he felt on noticing that a small and previously unremarkable copse of trees he’d walked past many times, had been cleared.
The poem perfectly catches our tendency to take things for granted and our remorse at only appreciating their value once they have gone.
And that’s exactly how I felt yesterday morning as I emptied drawers, checked down the back of the sofa, and generally turned the house upside down in search of my Pocket
. But it was nowhere to be found!