Water, water everywhere… – S T Coleridge, ‘The Rime of the Ancient Mariner’
Land’s End to John O’Groats
Head up and looking around
What is this life, if, full of care, / There is no time to stand and stare? – Wm. Henry Davies, ‘poet of the tramps’
Exmoor and beyond
Sumer is icumen in, / Lhude sing cuccu! – Mid-13th century round in Wessex dialect
A May Day Hop up onto Exmoor
Now is the month of Maying, / When merry lads are playing, / Upon the greeny grass, / Each with his merry lass – Traditional
Saltmarsh
Ye marshes, how candid and simple and nothing-withholding and free, Ye publish yourselves to the sky and offer yourselves to the sea. – Sidney Lanier
Dull
My spirits grow dull, and fain I would beguile
The tedious day with sleep. – Player King, Hamlet
Walking under the wind
…We just sit tight while wind dives / And strafes invisibly. Space is a salvo. / We are bombarded with the empty air. / Strange, it is a huge nothing that we fear. – Seamus Heaney, ‘Storm on the Island‘
Weather Eye
I like it when it rains hard. It sounds like white noise everywhere, which is like silence but not empty. – Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time
April Showers
Whan that Aprill with his shoures soote… – Geoffrey Chaucer, the ‘General Prologue’ to The Canterbury Tales
Adventures
As soon as I saw you, I knew an adventure was about to happen. – Winnie the Pooh
Walking The Landscape 