How do I love thee? There's only one way.
I love thee to the end of starvation,
To that piquant treat bag I found today
Around your waist 'n'coined, 'The Sausage Station'.
By Little Dog (in her dreams)
Inspired somewhat by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
But mostly by Sarah and Little Dog.
A lovely time was had by all of us. Sarah wanted to visit the Poetry Seat and I've been wanting to check out the bog restoration going on up here (background).
Lots of sphagnum moss has already been planted to encourage peat formation on the moors and now you can see small dams have been installed which already look like they're working to re-wet the peatland. It's a real lift to see something positive like this happening on your doorstep.