Just short of Sausthorpe, with its landmark church beside the A158, set on a sandstone plateau forty metres asl is the River Lymn. Sadly after having cut its own natural contorted course through the soft clay down the length of the dale the final last few hundred metres of its main tributary, Snipe Dales Beck, […]
Category: Poetry
Gone is “All the land in flowery squares”.
All the land in flowery squares, This is a line from Tennyson’s The Gardener’s Daughter a relatively early poem by the bard. It is referring to the countryside in May, which he was familiar with while growing up in Lymndale. The squares are small hedged fields filled with meadow flowers and much more. After then […]