a walk in Hertfordshire
28th January, 2017 |
the cup and grass he looked up slily the certainty of speaking
a bench-end of coarse bread poisoned earth around the poem
that costs so little to write
monseigneur the pliers stretched a run into the argot
a slip-case for the bread release me what was certainly too cheap
if you met stale foreshore will wreathe beauty-spot they clutched
light again do you see ship or sheep
gleamed a rider's track maid of Meltis racked yield and felloe suspected mettle
old wagon |
/ˈhɑːtfədʒəʳ/
hop-bine |
This is a very coherent and unified landscape, based on its landform of small valleys and relative remoteness and tranquility. There are extensive views within and beyond the area, especially to the east and west, with only small blocks of woodland to filter views and few hedges. It is thus also an open landscape, of medium scale. ... This is not an unusual landscape but should be valued for its historic integrity and blend of form and function.
burred ash tree |
ash branches |
mugwort field, for pheasants |
some sort of mustard with delicious seeds |
anvil of a fierce shower-cloud on the horizon |
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