|Mullion windows and fancy chimney stacks and sandstone roofing - all a bit reminiscent of the Cotswolds|
|The first tercet.|
Carol Ann Duffy (poet laureate) wrote a poem in the form of a "tercet" ( a poem
composed of three lines of poetry, forming a stanza or a complete poem. Wikipedia), and each verse is displayed on these markers periodically along the route - here are the first three verses:
by superstition, ignorance.
Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live.
Witch: female, cunning, manless, old,
daughter of such, of evil faith;
in the murk of Pendle Hill, a crone.
Heavy storm-clouds here, ill-will brewed,
over fields, fells, farms, blighted woods.
On the wind's breath, curse of crow and rook.
|Still in Barrowford|
|BC striding out|
|Pendle Hill ahead|
|Every year seems to be special for some particular flower, tree or shrub - this year it seems to be blackthorn|
|I let him go first...|
...just in case there was an unmissable photo opportunity
|Families at play. A popular spot in Barley, but the teashop was closed!|
|Tercet no. 2 (I think, unless we missed one)|
|Here I bought a small witch for granddaughter Katie. I haven't told her the real story, just to say that hers is a good witch that will bring luck|
|Identification please Alan. although I'm not sure if it was still being used, it has gone into my"relics" collection|
|CLICK TO ENLARGE. Ignore broad pink route - that is just another of my pipe-dreams|