The recent threads about landscapes and landscape photographers reminded me of the story and verse I came across many years ago about Betty, an octogenarian, who'd lived in Windermere all her life and had never been further than the corner shop. On a beautiful day in early summer she was persuaded, by friends and relatives, to walk to the top of Orrest Head, a viewpoint above the village. After a mighty struggle she finally arrived and stood gazing for several minutes at the wonderful panoramic landscape before her.
Owd Betty, who'd lived here all her days, Can't understand the tourists' lavish praise. "Ee dear," she cried "why mek such fuss and chatter. There's nowt to see but 'ills and trees and watter!"
Owd Betty, who'd lived here all her days, Can't understand the tourists' lavish praise. "Ee dear," she cried "why mek such fuss and chatter. There's nowt to see but 'ills and trees and watter!"
Sorry to rewrite your poem but...
Owd Betty, who'd lived here all her days, Can't understand the tourists' praise. "Why do they mek such fuss and chatter?, There's nowt to see but 'ills and watter!"
"Tony Simpkins" <[email hidden]> wrote in message news:[email hidden]... <snip>
I remember hearing of two elderly sisters who live(d)? on Lindisfarne, who had never, in their entire lives, ventured over the causeway to the mainland - you'd have thought that curiosity would have got the better of them one day - but no! Bizarre.
