Photo credit: Holiday Cottages Cumbria

What's Lakeland life if, full of care,

We can no longer stand and stare.

No chance to stand beneath the boughs 

And stare as long as sheep or cows. 

No longer walk where lakes we skirt, 

Where squirrels hide their nuts in dirt. 

We cannot see, in broad daylight, 

Becks 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 while we isolate,

We can only stare and in hope, wait.

With thanks and apologies to William Henry Davies 1871-1940

Photo credit: Holiday Cottages Cumbria

With thanks to Holiday Cottages Cumbria for these photos whose staff are taking time to prepare and polish their lovely cottages, ready for the day when The Lake District is able to welcome back its friends and visitors.

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