At High Paradise Farm ...

We took refuge from the rain in High Paradise Farm - 

We'd left The Forresters after a full Yorkshire - 

I'd read the front page of The Yorkshire Post in the silent lounge - 

At High Barn, swallows flew knee high above the rainswept grass - 

Clouds filled the northern sky - 

We walked high above the chilled fields and woods - 

Raindrops numbed our fingers - 

Now in the warm room we drank coffee from a cafetière - 

A small dog watched us from a leather armchair -  

A tall young woman had welcomed us - 

Both rain and sunshine had blessed her house - 

13.00

Monday 24 July 2017

High Paradise Farm

Boltby

Yorkshire