On the drive we saw these misty mountains |
And once we arrived unloaded our trunk |
then set up camp |
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 |
with many a field of sheep |
and with many a cow |
and a visit to Low Wray Castle |
where we played life-size checkers |
We took this path to Sawrey though the forest |
and through this field |
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 |
with views like this through trodden paths |
to the ferry to go to Bowness |
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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