“What would the world be, once bereft of wet and wildness?
Let them be left.
O let them be left, wildness and wet; Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet”
Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-1889).
“Bloody hell does is it ever going to stop raining” Old Winter August 2010.
Well I am back safe and sound from a thorough thrashing at the hands of Mother Nature. When I have recovered my equilibrium sufficiently to have something vaguely coherent to say on the subject I’ll say it.
If that takes a while I have a few strolls I took before Dartmoor to recount.
In the meanwhile I am going to sleep for a week and hope to wake up capable of enough limb movement to get out of bed.
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