Saturday, September 30, 2006
Saturday, September 02, 2006
Cockermouth: 1 year on
well, it's been a year since i came to this fine wee town of the edge of the lakes, not heaving with the gortex brigade that dayglo the streets of keswick and ambleside.
so, a look with new eyes (been away for 5 weeks!).
there is the most famous of cumbrians, Wordsworth who was born in the town (and wrote most of his great poetry down the road in grasmere).
and there are fine homes and a church hall door that even St. Peter might have trouble finding all the keys for!
and there are some very cultured pets who like to walk the boards.
back thru france
out thru France
the past doesn't go anywhere.
In France, this is very true. northern france is heavy with cenotapths and war graves, but even Maille, south of Tours, remembers. A memorial on a crossroads on the N10.
and then there is colour, sunflowers and oil seed rape, the latter is a clever taupalin over a peage (toll booth).
and life goes on in the squares and cafes.
Nature.Two
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