All’s Quiet On Ullswater
The shore road waits, silently trailing mist
Where heaven and earth in a breath exist.
The path around the hidden away bays
That leads my memory to Silver Point
Where my eyes would rest on the crag and gaze.
I heard Wainwright’s words opening my dreams
As I sat there with you to plan the climb
Over flasks of coffee and sweet custard creams
And we shared the world in those days sublime.