Thursday(Friday) Walk with Pete - 28th May 2021 - Halfpenny lanes
After recent Lockdown easing my Thursday walks with Pete have resumed. We have explored two cul-de-sac lanes recently and here are a few photos. Pete is now 85 and we only walk short distances and then retire to Café Ambio again, the main aim being to get together and have a natter.
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| Scarecrow on horizon - see below |
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| St. Sunday Beck |
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| Jacob Sheep |
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Lives of great men will remind us
We can make our lives sublime
And,departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time.
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Longfellow
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I saw a jolly hunter
With a jolly gun
Walking in the country
In the jolly sun.
In the jolly meadow
Sat a jolly hare.
Saw the jolly hunter.
Took jolly care.
Hunter jolly eager-
Sight of jolly prey.
Forgot gun pointing
Wrong jolly way.
Jolly hunter jolly head
Over heels gone.
Jolly old safety catch
Not jolly on.
Bang went the jolly gun.
Hunter jolly dead.
Jolly hare got clean away.
Jolly good, I said.
Charles Causey - (24 August 1917 – 4 November 2003) was a Cornish poet, schoolmaster and writer. His work is noted for its simplicity and directness and for its associations with folklore, especially when linked to his native Cornwall.
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