because one morning of heat I drew up there , unexpectedly ……to find I was visiting the place where Edward Thomas had lived – and his death in France is remembered .
A glorious day in quintessentially English Countryside .
The rolling wooded , green shapes of the Hangars before us ,
A gentle downhill , although steep – I remember that – walk .
Drawn towards the sound of the waterfall with the beckoning peaceful stream .
Strangely bestraddled by a lone strand of barbed wire .
An accidental homage to Thomas?
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