In derelict sidings the poppies entwine

I should have more confidence in Pink Floyd. With the obsession that Roger Waters has with the war I should have known there would be more than one reference to poppies. And as you can see, there is.  At least you can see it is different if you read my last post, which you did – right?

If not, then go back and read it now…. I will wait.

If Wordsworth had written in Northumberland rather than the Lake District, he might have said; “I wandered lonely as a cloud that floats on high o’er vales and bothies, When all at once I saw a crowd, a host, of scarlet poppies”.  Maybe they have bothies in the Lake district as well, but if they do, he missed a trick. That would have been a much better pome.

So, after the frustration of driving around and not finding poppies in the expected places I saw an Instagram post from a local photographer, and managed to find out where the poppies are.  Seems only fair, as I had previously shared the location of local bluebells. Karma is a wonderful thing. Even more impressive is that the field of poppies is very close to what looks to be a really nice pub, and we didn’t go in! Of course I do not want to be seen as smug and slim, so I made up for it with kebab for tea. That is a balanced diet really, I balanced an under-indulgence in best bitter with an over-indulgence in rubbish (but tasty) meat with chilli sauce. I should have been a nutritionist. Maybe I could do an OU course?  But I digress…




Until the next photographic outing…


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