295 - A rest from the rain, a trip to the Lakes

A rest from the rain, a trip to the Lakes,
Where, though it seems strange, the sun shone today
In the place that streams with water, that breaks
Records for rainfall, but we did not stay.
A sortie up the M6, and a play
Of Scott Walker and Jacques Brel, and a talk
With my daughter; so good to hear her say
That things are sorted; at last, we could walk.
At Pooley Bridge we fooled with knife and fork,
Sailed on Ullswater, full of life; the snakes
Of Kirkstone Pass were driven past till they
Gave way to Grasmere, with its Wordsworth hawk.
To Castlerigg and Keswick in two shakes;
It has all gone quick, like any good day.
Tue 26 June 2007