A trip to the English Lakes

Grumpytyke

The short version (a tanka)

river’s melody
embraced by guardian hills
a chaffinch sings
the mad bull sinks into us
relishing the peace he brings

The longer version

Perfect spot

No mobile telephone signal, no radio signal, no internet, just the singing of the river outside the door and the birds. Bliss! We’re in Borrowdale, more exactly on the banks of the river Derwent near the hamlet of Stonethwaite.

A chaffinch, dressed to kill, perches on a branch no more than two arm’s lengths from our door and entices a lover with a melody composed in heaven.

One tree has plucked feathers from the birds …

The freshest green of early Spring bleeds from the blasted trees and the long greened-over molehills and boulders. One tree has plucked feathers from the birds and transformed them into more fresh Spring green as they shower towards the rushing water below.

Priorities correct, two…

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2 comments on “A trip to the English Lakes

  1. Lan says:

    Lovely post complete with poem and the longer version narratively presented. Awesome, I want to be there! The pics are lovely

  2. grumpytyke says:

    Thank you so much Lan. I’ll be visiting your blog later but have to do some work on the camper while the weather is fine. Best wishes, Roger

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