Mowgli’s Wye Valley Adventure – Day 3

Anne (from our lovely BnB) has told us about a food festival running this morning near by.  So we are up and packed up ready to head off on our last Wye Valley adventure.

We head into the Forest of Dean to Speakers House where the festival is being held.  The Wye Valley Food festival is dog friendly (hooray) so we buy our tickets (£5 each) and head inside.  There are cooking demonstrations, workshops, a choir, a whole section just for pets and lots of food and drink.  We try local cider and peri, we buy pies and cheese and treats for Mowgli.  What a great find, would definitely recommend for next year.

We finish off our weekend with a walk in the Forest of Dean.  The leaves are just turning and changing colour.  The trees are beautiful and the air is crisp.

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Forest of Dean

The Wye Valley has been amazing, dog friendly and human friendly.  Mowgli has had a great time, welcomed everywhere and treated like part of the family.

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Mowgli

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A little more poetry

I wanted to share a little more poetry from one of the poets local to the Wye Valley area, Edward Thomas.  Again this is just an excerpt from this poem, please do go and read it all.


Haymaking
– Edward Thomas

Aftear night’s thunder far away had rolled
The fiery day had a kernel sweet of cold,
And in the perfect blue the clouds uncurled,
Like the first gods before they made the world
And misery, swimming the stormless sea
In beauty and in divine gaiety.
The smooth white empty road was lightly strewn
With leaves—the holly’s Autumn falls in June—
And fir cones standing stiff up in the heat.
The mill-foot water tumbled white and lit
With tossing crystals, happier than any crowd
Of children pouring out of school aloud.

Tintern Abbey

I have enclosed below a small part of a poem by William Wordsworth which I find very beautiful.  Please do read the rest, I think it evokes the beauty of the area and brings the ruins to mind.
Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye during a Tour. July 13, 1798
– William Wordsworth
“…And now, with gleams of half-extinguished thought,
With many recognitions dim and faint,
And somewhat of a sad perplexity,
The picture of the mind revives again:
While here I stand, not only with the sense
Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts
That in this moment there is life and food
For future years. And so I dare to hope,
Though changed, no doubt, from what I was when first
I came among these hills; when like a roe
I bounded o’er the mountains, by the sides
Of the deep rivers, and the lonely streams,
Wherever nature led: more like a man
Flying from something that he dreads, than one
Who sought the thing he loved. …”

….to see and feel

“You see, some things I can teach you. Some you learn from books. But there are things that, well, you have to see and feel.”

– Khaled Hosseini, A Thousand Splendid Suns

Inspired Elf

Who inspires you?

Who makes your mind sing?

That spark or light,

That lets your imagination take flight?

 

I’m very inspired by Deborah Frances-White and the work she does to inspire women to be strong and loud and visible.  I urge you all to listen to her podcasts.

One of the authors that I find most inspiring is Khaled Hosseini, his books transport you into the lives of other people.  Giving you a taste of something so real it strikes you as strange when you look up to find your world in front of you.

Just two of my current inspirations, I felt compelled to share.

 

Lantau Inspiration

Some Buddha quotes to think on.

  • If you propose to speak always ask yourself, is it true, is it necessary, is it kind.

  • An idea that is developed and put into action is more important than an idea that exists only as an idea

  • Health is the greatest gift, contentment is the greatest wealth.

More of summer

“Summer was on the way; Jem and I awaited it with impatience. Summer was our best season: it was sleeping on the back screened porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the tree house; summer was everything good to eat; it was a thousand colors in a parched landscape…” 

Haper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird