Poem Postbox

I don't know if any of you saw Countryfile this week but it covered the Stanza Stones, a series of poems 'carved' into stones along a trail. Rooh and I decided to visit the ones on Ilkley Moor, my old haunt! I haven't lived there for 3 years. It was weird to return. Like going back in time. Malham really is another world - a safety bubble.

This shelter on the moor has a 'poem postbox' where you put a poem in and get one out, but it wasn't working! So I left poemless.

Spring is coming. I can smell it. Just a few more weeks of freezingness to go. It was 3c IN my house this morning.

And thats todays one through the looking glass