The Orchards
You know when you get away and the creative juices flow? Well this weekend has been one of fresh air, beautiful scenery, opportunities to draw and an occasion to write about! Feeling very blessed.

You know when you get away and the creative juices flow? Well this weekend has been one of fresh air, beautiful scenery, opportunities to draw and an occasion to write about! Feeling very blessed.
Come celebrate the saint, Saint George
The knight who dragon slay
Upholding his faith to the end
To walk the Christian way
The man whose legend goes beyond
A story to a realm
A kingdom that unites all else
To stand right at the helm
The land who green and pleasant lands
Have paved through history
A reason to shout out about
My England; great country!
Today’s the day to be a knight
As in those days of old
To overcome the power of bad
With bravery so bold
For out there in the world about
A dragon lies in wait
Destroying all pure beauty bright
In flames of greed and hate
So step up like the saint, St George
And fight for truth and light
Imbuing strength from deep within
To conquer darkest night
And slay the beast that dares to mock
The good in life and grace
With sword that’s poised to destroy ill
Bring peace unto this place
Italy, Ireland
Wales, Scotland and France
Not forgetting the English
Who stand a fair chance
Of winning the six nations
By ruck and by maul
For victory is insight
With elliptical ball
And muddied persuasion
To kick and to run
Whilst the rest of us watch
Drink beer and have fun!
Scotland, England, Wales
Northern Ireland stand as one
United Kingdom
The sun has got his hat on and he’s coming out to play
But what I want to know is will he be here all day?
Of even if he is a he – why maybe he’s a she
Or maybe there’s no gender to the sun specifically!
But boy or girl or not all, what is the sunshine plan
For do I need galoshes on or instead suncream and fan!
And just how long will it stay up there in the bright blue sky
For this is England, green, green land where rain’s always nearby!
So when we sing the sun is out with hat upon his head?
Just smile and make the most of it as skin turns quickly red
And picnic, barbecue and more; enjoy the warmer ways
Cos soon, the sun will pack a bag and go on holiday!
It seems that Brits all love to moan
To grumble and complain
To remonstrate and blame with rife
When something is a pain
To whine and whimper – oh it’s bad
Lamenting constantly
Where it might seem that the cup is not
Half full but half empty
And yet in Britain we have pride
In many different things
So save just going on and on
Let’s fly the flag and sing
Sing songs of good old England and
Her pastures green and fair
And pull ourselves out of doldrums
To get a smile in there!
Come see Frampton’s nature reserve
Complete with hides for birds
And flocks of sheep a-grazing by
Near cows all in their herds
Where marshes span before the eye
And wild flowers grew so true
A sanctuary near coast diverse
With safety to imbue
Where fowl from far and wide amass
In number it is said
To find solace in freshwater
On marsh or near reed bed
Where wetland frame conserves all else
Expanse that does behold
The variegated wildlife seen
In Frampton’s Marsh enfold
Written following a visit to Frampton Marsh Nature Reserve, Lincolnshire. Click here for more info
Now see that yellowbelly imp
A-running through the fields
A throwing tates ‘bout here and there
With cabbage leaf for shield
And knobby greens to munch on
With cheeky glint in eye
This little imp all mischievous
To catch those passing by
For then he’ll go and poach you
Attach right to your heart
And draw you into Lincolnshire
From whence you’ll n’er depart
For yellowbelly fever will
Just catch you and keep hold
With love for land of open skies
The fens’ and dales’ pure gold
*Yellowbelly is the colloquial term for a person from Lincolnshire (UK). The origin of the name is disputed but to find out a bit more click here
English Reserve has gone too far
Been stifled for too long
Been closeted behind closed doors
The tight lipped English Song
That’s never sung; that’s never said
That fails to rear its head
To even stop just for a day
And paint the town so red
To celebrate the saint, Saint George
The knight who dragon slay
Upholding his faith to the end
To walk the Christian way
The man whose legend goes beyond
A story to a realm
A kingdom that unites all else
To stand right at the helm
The land who green and pleasant lands
Have paved through history
A reason to shout out about
My England; great country!
Today, April 23rd is St George’s day, England’s national day. Usually a low key event, this year (2014) national pride is being promoted with celebrations around the country to mark its Patron saint whose feast day has been on this day since 1350.