Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee, Whether summer clothe the general earth With greeness, or the redbreast sit and sing Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch Smokes in the sun-thaw; whether the eave-drops fall Heard only in the trances of the blast, Or if the secret ministry of frost Shall hang them up in silent icicles, Quietly shining to the quiet Moon.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Off to the Coast
We're off to our house on the Lancashire coast for a week or two - depends on the weather how long we stay. This is the Wyre Estuary where Bilbo Baggins has his daily walks when we are over there.