Windermere

    I used to be able to get eight skims off a single pebble before it did a dive into the lake and now I’ll soon be sixty-four   and can’t get eight skims anymore,   what a bastard time can be when it won’t let me be twenty-three again…

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Heading to Grasmere

Up there, in the lakes where states of mind are refined and all it takes is some concentration, relaxation and the definition of peace is defined. Years have passed since I sat by the mere or Coniston water, thought I ought to go back and see what it all meant to me. Up there in…

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