A winsome lass
Dainty feet treading grass
Tripping o’er the fields and tracks
Heading out to where the parish turns its back
There, she doffs her cotton smock
And none can see her
None will look
As she slips into the welcome waters
Of the wending Wensum brook
Here’s where I used to swim. It’s not a brook but a beautiful chalkland river, very clean waters (when recent rain hasn’t washed silt into it!)
crispina kemp 
It looks so inviting, especially in summer.
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Being a chalk stream keeps the water clean. Very inviting.
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👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼
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It looks so beautiful and serene.
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It is. Even now, when the Way has become quite a popular cycle track (25 miles long)
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Ohh that’s amazing indeed
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😊
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Very nice pic and words really inviting
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Thank you. It was one of my favourite places as an adolescent
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That was just lovely, Crispina. A beautiful poem to go with a beautiful picture
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Thank you, Dale. Many happy memories from this ‘bathing’ spot
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I can well imagine.
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A lovely poem to illustrate a peaceful spot.
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There used to be more grass. I remember sunning ourselves after the swim!
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