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St Nectan’s Glen
Here are the promised photos I took on my trip to St Nectan’s Glen. It’s not that far away, but the roads got smaller and smaller and there were lots of tractors, so it took a good while to get there.
First there was a pleasant walk along a little road.
Nature, No Question
Daily Prompt: The Natural World – Describe your first memorable experience exploring and spending time in nature. Were you in awe? Or were you not impressed? Would you rather spend time in the forest or the city?
Photographers, artists, and poets: show us NATURE.
I’m the type of chap who prefers being at least reasonably close to nature. That’s fairly easy since I live in Cornwall, in the far South West of England.
Perranporth, Cornwall
I often visit Godrevy when I fancy a nice quiet walk – beaches, cliffs and moorland. It’s only a few miles from my house.
Godrevy, Cornwall
I spent many, many holidays in the North of Scotland.
Somewhere in the North of Scotland
I lived in Cork, Ireland for four years.
This little lake is either in County Cork or County Kerry – I was never sure where the border was
I’ve lived in Cork city, Guildford and Stuttgart – all cities, but I prefer nature, and it was never too far away!
I guess I’ve been pretty lucky.
My First Nonet!
“Nonet” or “Nonnet”? I’ve found both spellings. So no-one can decide how to spell it. That’s not a good start.
“My First Nonet.” Sounds like a starter product, like “My First Train Set” or “My First Grown-Up Underpants”.
But enough of this frivolity. A nonet (or nonnet) consists of nine lines. The first line contains nine syllables and you remove one syllable per line until you’re left with one on the ninth line. It doesn’t have to rhyme and each line can contain as many words as you like, as long as the number of syllables is correct.
I’d never heard of them until a couple of days ago when fellow blogger morrighansmuse inspired me with one of her own. I decided to give it a go, and here it is! It stopped scanning after line 3, but hey-ho. It’s probably not supposed to :-).
Rainforest
The greedy came with axes, chainsaws
Once a forest now a wasteland
Never more the verdant green
Broken stumps, scattered ’round
Nature’s beauty gone
Desolation
Nature lost
Broken
Dead
2093
The year is 2093
Tommy’s never seen a tree
He knows they’re tall and brown and green
But not a sight he’s ever seen.
People say it’s such a pity
All the world’s become a city
Trees and grass and bubbling brooks
Can only now be found in books.
No horses, cows or dogs or cats
All the food is grown in vats
People crammed in tiny spaces
Life’s a drudge, no happy faces.
The older ones think “Such a shame”
Wondering just who’s to blame
No more trilling sparrow’s song
Nature’s time has long since gone.
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