Nothing compares to the thrill of going for a walk. Even the sofa, which makes a great trampoline, has to take second place. As soon as I hear the master call, ‘Come on Meg, let’s go!’ I’m doing my warming-up, at the door. I never know where the master is taking me and, sometimes, I don’t think he does either! We’ve visited some of this island’s most beautiful countryside. But, for me, our walks in Swaledale will always be treasured. I have many happy memories; rolling in the warm grass of the lovely hay meadows and brushing my coat in the sweet smelling flowers, the woodland glades where I often found the scent of a rabbit, and the many thirst quenching rivers and streams with their spectacular waterfalls. One thing that always amazes me is the amount of time it takes the master to get ready for our walks, especially if it’s raining. He puts on his waterproof coat and trousers, a silly hat and leggings, he certainly doesn’t like getting wet! Whereas I’m ready to go out in seconds, regardless of the weather. Although I do wear my waterproof coat sometimes. …show more content…
He was carrying his own personal items in doggy-panniers. Typically, the master said, ‘I’ll have to get some of those for you, eh Meg?’ In your dreams buster, I’ve got my paws full carrying you! Eventually we arrive at the destination for our walk and then we travel for miles across the countryside, only to sit down in the dirt to have our lunch. Never really understood this, after all we do have a well equipped dining room at home. The master takes out his flask and sandwiches, he gives me my share saying, ‘Take your time’. After finishing my lunch I always show my appreciation with a burp. The master laughs and says, ‘Pardon you Meg’. Then I hug him with my eyes, asking, ‘Please can I have some more?’ Well it’s always worth a
The meal, and more specifically the concept of the family meal, has traditional connotations of comfort and togetherness. As shown in three of Faulkner’s short stories in “The Country”, disruptions in the life of the family are often reinforced in the plot of the story by disruptions in the meal.
This essay will be looking at and examining the theme of characters having or going through a Journey, and how they are conveyed by author, Gwen Harwood, in her poems, ‘Suburban Sonnet: Boxing Day’ and ‘In the Park’. With the journeys in these two poems seemingly being written as reflections, where the characters are going through and struggling with the journeys they’re undertaking, I’ll be looking at what the journeys in these poems are representing and what they are showing readers about the characters who have had them.
Todd Jesdale, the experienced soul of our coaching squad, is an adroit man in seemingly all aspects of life, especially of those pertaining to rowing. He crushed me.
Minnie’s right foot led the way and paused on each step. Like a young child first learning to master the staircase she would wait for her left foot to catch up before leading again with her right. Her feet glided lightly across the wooden steps and only the dust particles felt her movement. She seemed to have a pillow of air floating underneath her. Quite ironically, with each descending stride her body took, her hand would tightly grip the banister until her veins were crushed against her tightened skin with no way out.
Spennymoor is a town with industrial origins, but the countryside nearby has an unexpected romantic connection. The connection is with Whitworth Hall, not far from the River Wear to the north of the town. Here once lived none other than a certain Mr Robert Shafto, whose name is immortalised in the well known North Country Ballad;
Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. It’s surprising just how far some people are prepared to travel for a free lunch. It’s a good job the groom didn't choose the menu, otherwise we would have had penut-butter sandwiches washed down with beer.
Arriving in sunny Blackpool at 11 am, we had the full day to ourselves. Firstly we were required to check in to the hotel we would be staying at. At first impressions, it seemed disorganised with parents being sent to wrong rooms and the long wait to be served by the only receptionist. Once we had our key another walk up the three flights of steep stairs. Finally we arrived at our room, again it was disappointing with holes in the curtains and dust lying like a sheet over the small table. However I forgot about it as we were off to the Pleasure Beach. The ten minute walk from the hotel seemed to fly in, although the sight of the elusive Pepsi Max made me reconsider the rush.
In Harrisville, where the felons had raided the gun shop, they stopped to shoot half a dozen dead who blocked the intersection at the village's only traffic light. The goons began filtering onto the road from between the houses. Impatiently, Trey pointed back at the soldiers who didn't know that they were being surrounded. Illion had the good sense to initially order only those with suppressors to fire. A small voice began whispering in Trey's ear that it was time to go. He banged on the hood getting Joker's attention, "We got to go"!
“Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher” is what William Wordsworth has preached to us. We all have places that we can feel at home with. For some, it is a trip to the east coast or the Spice Islands. A place where we can be ourselves and not have to worry about anything else that is going on in our lives. My special place is in the Big Horn Mountains where tons of different species of animals roam the cliffs, plains, and forests that are scattered for miles across. In “Tintern Abbey,” William Wordsworth has returned there after five long years away. He brings his younger sister whom he wants to appreciate the beauty just as he does. Wordsworth notices how certain things have changed, but it is still the same place that he came to love. Wordsworth is a Romantic poet. He helped start the Romantic Movement around the end of the eighteenth century. In William Wordsworth poem, “Tintern Abbey,” there are three noticeable romantic elements which are, simplicity of language, expression of intensified feelings, and responses to nature that lead to awareness of self.
I have many memories that have left a big impact on me. But these memories hold a special place in my heart. They are both surrounded by nature and my admiration for simple things in life. When I visited Butchart Gardens, I thought this was a place for older generation to admire and enjoy. I had never been this fascinated by flowers. The scent of flowers is so mesmerizing.
A smile crept across my face as I turned around and watched the land get smaller and further away. The vast ocean lay before us with promises of a whole week with gorgeous views, interesting people, terrific food and freedom. This...is heaven.
I began to follow the meandering stream to Bell Common, which was a strip of thick, rough grassland. I was covered with blackberry bushes heavy with large, ripe berries. I stopped there to feast on as many as I could eat. Nearby were the remai...
The water beats at the bank feel gently, and resides carefully to avoid over soaking it. The air is fresh and overwhelming with cool gushes of wind blowing past, provoking the trees to yawn and some times sleep. It was a lovely Valentine day and perfect for a picnic at Lake Lavon.
It’s a beautiful morning, as my group of friends and I wake up, we hear the pounding and the thrashing of the water slamming on the moss covered granite rock, I go down the eroded leaf covered pathway to fetch water just like I would do every morning, the sun had just begun to rise, the mixture of scarlet red, orange, and a bleach-like yellow beaming against the hurried water of the river that led into the waterfall shone like flakes of gold floating on top of the whitening water. The serene environment of the surrounding rocks overlooking the waterfall, the ambience of water clashing against the granite, and the aroma of the white pine filling the forest is an awe inspiring experience to all who dare make their way down the narrow and lengthy
Fortunately, I wake every morning to the most beautiful sun lit house. I sit on my porch sipping coffee, while I drink in an atmosphere that steals my breath away. Rolling hills lay before me that undulate until they crash into golden purple mountains. Oh how they are covered in spectacular fauna, ever blooming foliage, and trees that are heavy with pungent fruit. Green it is always so green here at my house. Here where the air lays heavy and cool on my skin as does the striking rays of the sun upon my cheeks. I know in my soul why I choose to be here every day. Pocketed in all the nooks and crannies of these valleys and hills are stately homes, rich with architecture resplendent. Diversity is the palate here; ...