Adlestrop

Was in England last weekend, visiting friends for St Patricks, and we found our way to Adlestrop. I love the poem and the way it captures the ineffable; and the magic of its final rhyme. The railway station is long gone, but the bus shelter has a tribute. I was also glad to look out over the Oxfordshire countryside. There was a robin singing rather than a blackbird, but I did hear a warning chuckle …

 

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