The Last Cock-Pheasant
Splendour, whom lately on your glowing flight
Athwart the chill and cheerless winter-skies
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Won’t you come and sit a while with me? Mrs Clacks bench on the banks of the River Leach, next to the Clapper Bridge, Eastleach , Cotswolds , Gloucestershire
I wait for you at the garden gate
Yes I will patiently wait
Among the wild flowers that bloom
So fragrant and so free
They will wait with me
The Eastleach clock had major maintenance and repairs in 2009, it was originally manufactured and put in place by one of the world’s most famous clock manufacturers, Smith of Derby.
The history of almshouses stretches back to medieval times when religious orders cared for the poor. Eastleach
Gloucestershire
Do people wear wellington boots anymore ?
Once an essential item once the rain started to pour , Eastlach, Gloucestershire
Number 1 Eastleach is a listed building – find out more here – https://www.eastleach.org/listed-buildings-1-2-eastleach/ ATH Photographic, Image by Andy Hill of Eastleach. Follow the link to see more of his fabulous work: https://www.facebook.com/groups/299671413793954/?ref=share
Galanthus (snowdrop; Greek gála "milk", ánthos "flower") is a small genus of approximately 20 species of bulbous perennial herbaceous plants in the family Amaryllidaceae.
I’m dancing with the Daffodils
In Spring-time’s warm embrace -
With golden hearts and coronets
They’re swaying with such grace
ATH Photographic, Image by Andy Hill of Eastleach. Follow the link to see more of his fabulous work: https://www.facebook.com/groups/299671413793954/?ref=share
I had this image selected for the Gloucestershire Council Heritage 2019 Calendar (August). ATH Photographic, Image by Andy Hill of Eastleach. Follow the link to see more of his fabulous work: https://www.facebook.com/groups/299671413793954/?ref=share
ATH Photographic, Image by Andy Hill of Eastleach. Follow the link to see more of his fabulous work: https://www.facebook.com/groups/299671413793954/?ref=share
TO A SNOWDROP, WORDSWORTH Lone flower, hemmed in with snows, and white as they But hardier far, once more I see thee bend Thy forehead as if fearful to offend, Like an unbidden guest. Though day by day Storms sallying from the mountain-tops, waylay The rising sun, and on the […]
"The village inn, the dear old inn,
So ancient, clean and free from sin,
True centre of our rural life
Where Hodge sits down beside his wife
And talks of Marx and nuclear fission”
ATH Photographic, Image by Andy Hill of Eastleach. Follow the link to see more of his fabulous work: https://www.facebook.com/groups/299671413793954/?ref=share
I come from haunts of coot and hern,
I make a sudden sally
And sparkle out among the fern,
To bicker down a valley.