Eggy Bread

Egg This ain't no restaurant "French toast" it's made over burning logs in the country air   Foundation for the morning Set against a glorious sunrise and cups of camp tea   Thick crusty bread absorbed in a lake of golden runniness   Bacon awaits its partner as it cooks away in its fat  ... Continue Reading →

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Well worn Blanket

Salford 16th May 2017 Blanket Back in Nineteen eighty two - i started taking this long woolly blanket to camp Like many other scouts i stuck it at the end of my tents sleeping bag, and As it got cold, i wrapped it round me to keep warm Now, each camp i went to -... Continue Reading →

Looking through the photo album

Moments to Remember You can pack an awful lot into forty or so years. That Kodak Extra-chrome box camera captured an awful lot of them as I grew up in my home town. I have the briefest of recollections of my Great Aunt, Nellie.  She was a great woman, and we visited her regularly by... Continue Reading →

Knots

#Napowrimo #Day17 #Knots #Blogging101 A Dictionary poem for #Day17 of the Napowrimo challenge.  Based on my old scouting days! enjoy.   Don't get stressed, in time - you'll master it creating an artform from two ends of rope bridges don't need wood or metal but a few simple knots Reef Knot, Clove and Timber Hitch... Continue Reading →

A Tale of Old Boots

In a part of the corridor, just by the stairs by the front door, lies a pair of Old Black Boots. It’s been quite a while since they have been walking. Their leather is worn from the passing of time… Source: A Tale of Old Boots

Good Companion

Been looking through my old notebooks again, and found a scribble in relation to the Orange One-Man Tent I was assigned during my time as a scouter with the 90th Salford.  The title of the poem relates to the name of the tent - which I slept in on campsites in Greater Manchester, Cheshire ,... Continue Reading →

A Tale of Old Boots

These Boots Were Made for Walking March 2011 In a part of the corridor, just by the stairs by the front door, lies a pair of Old Black Boots. It’s been quite a while since they have been walking. And if their owner were truthful - they could do with a bit of a clean.  The... Continue Reading →

Good Companion

Oh little resting place of mine set among forest of green lashed down on the grassland in space of trees between. Your A-Frame and Flysheet, are a real treat, against the clouds you cannot be beat. And under your flysheet is perfect, for drying boots after ' hike as raindrops drain down, into gully of... Continue Reading →

A Tale of Old Boots

In a part of the corridor, just by the stairs by the front door, lies a pair of Old Black Boots. It’s been quite a while since they have been walking. Their leather is worn from the passing of time and many a moorland excursion. Lakeland water now pools at the toes.But they still feel... Continue Reading →

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