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| On the drive we saw these misty mountains |
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| And once we arrived unloaded our trunk |
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| then set up camp |
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| we admired windermere and skimmed stones |
| Our campsite even had a marsh |
| with lots of winding road |
| and many a fence encountered |
| along with real tepees |
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| with many a field of sheep |
| and with many a cow |
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| and a visit to Low Wray Castle |
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| where we played life-size checkers |
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| We took this path to Sawrey though the forest |
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| and through this field |
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| We arrived at this pub delighted with their acceptances of our muddy wellies |
| and collapsed by this stove while we played cards and ate lunch |
| We visited Hilltop, where Beatrix Potter called home |
| and took the footpath away and despite being wet through and through |
| found ourselves exceedingly happy |
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| with views like this through trodden paths |
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| to the ferry to go to Bowness |
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| where all was idyllic save the savage swans |













1 comment:
That is wonderful. Though Fran looks alternatively angry or suspicious. I'll take your word that he was happy.
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