Our walk today took us to Waggoners Wells, where there is a plaque commemorating a poem written there by Tennyson in 1863.
Here is what Alf wrote:
"Flower in the crannied wall"
Flower in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies,
I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flower—but if I could understand
What you are, root and all, and all in all,
I should know what God and man is.
Here is the poem I wrote today:
Flower in the crannied wall
I leave you just where I found you
If every bugger tore out the flora
Mankind would all be much the poorer
Tennyson, poet or a know it all?
Vandal. That is God’s (and also my) view
Will I get a plaque? Will I bollocks.