• maccandtheart

Stroll out of the Market town

Along the memories of the Millrace

Saunter in the Willowgarth making baskets

To hold the distractions of everyday life

Feel the refreshing spray of freedom

From water escaping from the sluice gates

Enjoy the warmth of the sun on your face

Whilst you rest a moment

Seek glimpses of kingfishers and calmness

Cross the Iron bridge to recapture past laughter

Discover the New bridge and

The new company it keeps

Listen to the Beck now swollen with chat

Diverting and changing the flow of thoughts.