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Weather forecasts hold no interest for me. I'm not a farmer. Whatever the weather does, I shall enjoy it.
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The days of rain and hoses earlier this year have resulted in London parks, squares and gardens being more lovely than ever. The trees and hedges are full to capacity with fresh foliage.
England's green and pleasant land lives up to its name. I like being in the rain. It's fun.
It reminds me of my childhood holidays in Wales. Climbing the mountains of Snowdonia in lashing rain adds a further dimension of wildness to countryside that is already stark and savage.
Walking through the woods, on my way home in east Kent, was thrilling in a gale. It was so dark I couldn't see.
The wind in the trees was so noisy, I couldn't hear. I had to stamp my feet to reaffirm that I was still on the road.
‘And did those feet in ancient time’ is a poem by William Blake from the preface to his epic Milton: A Poem in Two Books, one of a collection of writings known as the Prophetic Books. The date of on the title page is probably when the plates. 'And did those feet in ancient time' is a poem by William Blake from the preface to his epic . The phrase "green and pleasant land" has become a common term for an identifiably English landscape or society. It appears as a headline, title or.
Survival was never a more focussed intention than in two feet of snow in the north Yorkshire moors. The emptiness of Uig sands in The Shetland Isles was never more bleak and barren at midnight than in the searing heat of the day. The stillness of Coniston Water or the choppiness of Loch Ness are equally enthralling.
Beauty really is in the eye of the beholder.