Timeless Roads.

A breath of fresh air.

I have long been dreaming of visiting this beautiful country. You have a wonderful website and I plan on visiting more, if I never make it there at least I can in my dreams.
Thank You so much....

O Spirit of the Summertime!
Bring back the roses to the dells;
The swallow from her distant clime,
The honey-bee from drowsy cells.

Bring back the friendship of the sun;
The gilded evenings, calm and late,
When merry children homeward run,
And peeping stars bid lovers wait.

Bring back the singing; and the scent
Of meadowlands at dewy prime;—
Oh, bring again my heart's content,
Thou Spirit of the Summertime!
William Allingham.

Here we go round the mulberry bush
The mulberry bush, the mulberry bush
Here we go round the mulberry bush
On a cold and frosty morning.

Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon,
The little dog laughed to see such sport,
And the dish ran away with the spoon.

What dreadful hot weather we have!
It keeps me in a continual state of inelegance.
Jane Austen.

Summer's lease hath all to short a date.
William Shakespeare.

Deep summer is when laziness finds respectability.
Sam Keen.

Timeless country road.

In every walk with Nature one receives far more than he seeks.
John Muir.

Biddlestone Quarry in Northumberland, where the red roads originate.

If a man walks in the woods for love of them half of each day, he is in danger of being regarded as a loafer. But if he spends his days as a speculator, shearing off those woods and making the earth bald before her time, he is deemed an industrious and enterprising citizen.
Henry David Thoreau.

The more we are separated from nature, the unhappier we get.
Author Unknown.

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