This was our first break away from home since the start of the Winter lockdown. The Lake District campsite, where we stayed, was full of very happy adults and children in very holiday spirits. Lockdown, it seems, has not made us forget how to have fun. On Saturday evening Sarah and I walked down to Ullswater lakeside with our cameras and took a few photos as the sun slowly set. I forgot my pen and notebook so I just sat and watched the evening descend. It was a magical time. When I got back to the campervan I scribbled down the poem below. I think it’s a bit melancholic maybe, but in a positive sort of way. Let me know what you think.
An Ullswater Reflection Ullswater lake was there as usual we stood by dead trees and watched water the tumbling sun was just above the mountain opposite skimming light on ripples in front of our feet we watched that too until the chill moved us on just as far as fallen wood smoothed by trousers and skirts we sat watching time speed past thinking about journeys to places like this from fading photos in frames and houses that needs redecorating the sun becomes less round as it hits the mountain and a cloud grows dark night sends us home to boil water tea is no place to sink a day but tea is all we are left with and my pen that wasn’t even there
