The Kings Arms welcomed us in
inclement weather.
Nestled in beneath the hills and beds
of scented heather,
a welcome fire and friendly faces
greeted our arrival
and prompted us to wine and dine to
ensure survival.
settled in our cosy cottage, oh so
sweet,
we carefully chose the paths to suit
our feet.
Our walks would need to be safely
planned,
as February can bring a cruel and
soggy land.
Next day we trekked along a trail,
managing to dodge the rain and hail
finding welcome signs of food and
beer,
where we rested weary limbs, and
found good cheer.
Next day, muted sun struggled to
appear.
Again we set off hopeful without fear.
Through the grey veil of mists in
Swaledale
And white wisps of wool from
Wensleydale.
The weather prevails but we carry on
knowing once the day is done,
once more we 'll warm ourselves in
front of fire
and sip more beer and wine and food
of Yorkshire.
Another day, we climb the
gentle slopes and dale
To gain yet another view of
misty vale.
We return to sup some beer and good
pub fare
cosy now and red-faced from fireside
glare.
The warmth of this place, its people
too,
will stay fondly in our hearts and on
our stomachs too.
We'll travel home contented and full
Snugly wrapped up in Yorkshire wool.
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2 comments:
I can visualise myself there. Beautiful.
Oh to be able to be snug again in a Yorkshire pub. Lovely evocation Kay
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