Over The Forest of Bowland Again by Adam Rutter

credit: Country Life

I walk over The Forest of Bowland.

It stretches for miles

I see reeds, gorse, heath

Ahead of me

I look behind

I see three peaks

Whernside, Ingleborough, Peny  ghent

Ingleborough is like a submarine floating on water

Peny Ghent, a sunken ship covered in seaweed

Whernside, a long mountain rising behind Ingleborough,

I go through Lowgill village

The road, quiet

Sheep bleat constantly

I follow the road over The Forest of Bowland

To High Bentham,

Over I go on the bus

To Slaidburn

A peaceful Lancashire village

On the other side,

Stone houses nestled

In serene countryside

Chimney smoke fills the streets

On a cool summer’s day,

Going over the Forest of Bowland once again

I travel in a car

Along winding roads

Uphill; down dale

I descend heathland slopes

Returning to Slaidburn