Buttermre in JanuaryA Poem by Wild RoseJanuary afternoon walking round Buttermere lake Shouldn't need to say lake Mere means Water Like saying Butterwater Lake Enough of that
Buttermere was not in the 'Doomsday Book' Intended to count and record every hamlet and town
There is only one entrance to the valley at low level Two roads over the mountains and two walkers tracks The approach from the north over the hills was At the time they were collating the information Through bogey land using paths known only to the locals The soldiers became bogged down and had to make camp Over night they were all killed in their beds, by unknown locals
Some time later another patrol was despatched They were spotted from the summit of Robinson A picket was set at the entrance to the valley Through a narrow wooded defile Up the Rannerdale Valley Ditches were dug across the new way Covered with rushes. The bottom had spikes
When the men in tin suits on horseback walked over them and fell in The were spiked; Those who were not: were l Killed by the Brits Youths were given a potion made from 'Magic Mushrooms" To make them
fearless The beserkers went with knives held over their heads Running under the remaining horses to cut their bellies The men in tin suits were helpless on the ground
No one ever got to count Buttermere for the great 'Doomsday Book'
© 2018 Wild RoseAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on July 22, 2018 Last Updated on July 27, 2018 Tags: Buttermere, story, Cumbria, romantic, short story, Landscape, Historic AuthorWild RoseLake Disrtict, Cumbria, United KingdomAboutBA (Hons)Management studies Open University Full tech Cert. Marine: Aviation & Industrial Instrumentation and Conrtol Retired engineering lecturer Ex racing cyclist: fell walker: Camper more..Writing
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