The Rolling English Road

Lines from The Rolling English Road

Before the Roman came to Rye or out to Severn strode,
The rolling English drunkard made the rolling English road.
A reeling road, a rolling road, that rambles round the shire,
And after him the parson ran, the sexton and the squire;
A merry road, a mazy road, and such as we did tread
The night we went to Birmingham by way of Beachy Head.

G K Chesterton

The sun finally broke through late this afternoon. Enjoyed a walk where even the wind didn't feel cold. And got the washing dry. Lovely birdsong, too!

(As one who has no sense of direction, and easily gets lost - without the help of alcohol - I love the last line of this verse, and similar lines in the other verses of this poem.)