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- PLACES -

Ambleside

a house on a bridge–

horseshoe’s entrance and exit–

the hub of The Lakes

 

Bowness

her name is Rio

to the bookishly minded

–a tourist haven

Castlerigg Stone Circle

visitors peruse

stones in a serene setting

–an engagement ring

Coniston

in a plain graveyard–

a gallant and driven man

finally at rest

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Glenridding

ravaged by nature–

its community stands strong . . .

an idyll restored

Grasmere

‘the loveliest spot’–

home to sports and gingerbread–

Spooner's plesting race

Great Langdale

revered, sublime Pikes–

an inn or two, old and new–

lakes superfluous

 

Hardknott Pass

down at Cockley Beck

my car speaks for the first time–

“are you serious?”

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Hill Top

down in the garden

I'll swear I saw some movement . . .

Peter Rabbit lives!

Kendal

a surprise for some–

it’s not in the Lake District . . .

auld, grey, but noble

 

Keswick

where shall we meet up . . .

theatre? museum? park?

–rather a moot point

Loweswater

Kirkstile and St Bart’s . . .

a scattering of houses . . .

tranquillity base

Troutbeck

the pub will tell you

no one can live forever . . .

nor can Clock Cottage

 

Wasdale

my heart’s desire–

lake, fells, church and a liar–

(wish it was dryer)

 

Watendlath

a paradise found

along with a conundrum–

how to pronounce it!

The Corridor Route

guess who I saw here?

only Cameron McNeish!

my big claim to fame

All poems and photographs Copyright © 2025 Lance Strawson

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