....what a star. And some of us remember that back in the day, he used to knock out some rather good poetry! I most recently thought of this 3H classic last weekend at the top of Causey Pike
But I never saw the view
I’ve been up every Lakeland fell
Racing hard and true
I’ve followed studmarks closely
But I never saw the view
I’ve raced round all the Wainwright’s
Done BG reccies too
Head down following the map
But I never saw the view
I’ve done every Karrimor and OMM
Since 1992
My car’s covered with stickers
But I never saw the view
From the summit cairn of Gable
And from Scafell too
They say that Wasdale’s stunning
But I never saw the view
Kentmere, Fairfield, Weasdale
The most scenic horseshoe?
I’ve even done the Anni Waltz
But I never saw the view
I’ve followed calves and ankles
Vests of green and blue
I know all the shortest routes and lines
But I never saw the view
One day I’ve promised to myself
When my racing's through
I’ll climb back up to every top
Sit down, breathe in that view
I visited Shakespeare's birthplace yesterday - a superb autumnal day
here is an appropiate poem:
Act IV, Scene 1 from Macbeth (1606) by William Shakespeare
Thrice the brinded cat hath mew’d.
Thrice and once, the hedge-pig whin’d.
Harpier cries:—’tis time! ’tis time!
Round about the caldron go;
In the poison’d entrails throw.—
Toad, that under cold stone,
Days and nights has thirty-one;
Swelter’d venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i’ the charmed pot!
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the caldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder’s fork, and blind-worm’s sting,
Lizard’s leg, and owlet’s wing,—
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
Scale of dragon; tooth of wolf;
Witches’ mummy; maw and gulf
Of the ravin’d salt-sea shark;
Root of hemlock digg’d i the dark;
Liver of blaspheming Jew;
Gall of goat, and slips of yew
Sliver’d in the moon’s eclipse;
Nose of Turk, and Tartar’s lips;
Finger of birth-strangled babe
Ditch-deliver’d by a drab,—
Make the gruel thick and slab:
Add thereto a tiger’s chaudron,
For the ingrediants of our caldron.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
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Dressing Down for Halloween
At Halloween
Does the goth teen
Wear a paisley shirt
Or a floral skirt
So as not to conform
To the accepted norm?
Patrick Winstanley
Its been a while since we had some limericks and I'm feeling cheery after getting some miles in this saturday:
For six men, two dogs and me,
the views were a joy to see,
feeling at one
in the glorious sun,
we finished at mile twenty three.
my legs were restless in bed
I burned from my feet to my head
but despite feeling weary,
I still feel quite cheery
and look forward to races ahead.