Just for a change- a poetic walk report, 31 March 2018 from Terry Gifford
15 plus me
and not a drop of rain,
through mud, and water
over some delicate boots,
but a turning back
on a high green field
at a gathering of the group,
gave several vistas,
(and no blisters
but the usual artritis
in some old shysters
like the leader)
into the blue ridges
beckoning Glastonbury
beyond
and beyond us
before a kindly lane
(still without rain!)
carried us back
to Croscombe
and a Full Moon
in Wells, with wine
and a fire, divine,
and seats, replete.
