Showing posts with label Yorkshire. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Yorkshire. Show all posts
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Friday, October 30, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
Essentially England
I've stumbled across another 'quiet corner' website. It's packed with history, food, travel and other little gems. I've no idea who's behind it but it seems to have facts and pics about most of the Counties - except Yorkshire!
More links: Traditional British recipes
Bryan's - they call it a 'Seafood Restaurant' these days but it will always be t'chippy to me and miles better than Harry Ramsden's even before that was sold off as an overpriced franchise .
Hmmm...fish & chips ...
More links: Traditional British recipes
Bryan's - they call it a 'Seafood Restaurant' these days but it will always be t'chippy to me and miles better than Harry Ramsden's even before that was sold off as an overpriced franchise .
Hmmm...fish & chips ...
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Saturday, September 19, 2009
A Reminder
I first came across this simple poem in primary school; it was read out to us by Mr Carlton, our Class Teacher, and, for better or worse, it made a lasting impression:
"What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare."
'Leisure' by W H Davies
"What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare."
'Leisure' by W H Davies
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
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