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‘Wrynose Pass’

This poem is about a long, winding road journey with nothing but the cloak of night for company.

This poem is about a long, winding road journey with nothing but the cloak of night for company.

The scene:

The Lake District. It is sunset. I had just arrived at an isolated tarn miles and miles from civilisation.  After leaving the car, I continue on foot. On the rocky, uneven path to capture the lake (about 1 km) my phone bleeps — it’s a welcome text message from _ _ _. Very odd. Is that a chill going down my back? There is something about the atmospherics here…! Anyway, after the photography I return to the car and set the SatNav. The night draws in…

“Wrynose Pass”

“I’m on my way back to my lodgings
Not long, I hope, ‘till I’m safely back
I set the SatNav and follow its commands
It’s getting darker and will soon be pitch black…”

The introductory music is a fantastical piece by Beethoven, aka the Moonlight Sonata.

Click here for the first verse: Wrynose Pass

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