The trickling stream

Where we sit and dream

The garden flowers

And hot morning showers

The badgers at night

The skylark in flight

The hills swept in green

As sight to be seen

With animals galore

Of one thing we’re sure

We will return -

With time in our favour

The tastes we will savour -

To rest in the sun

The deadlines we’ll shun

A well deserved break

We will - again take!”

"Of bouquets we've none, but brickbats, quite a few -

Don't worry, we're joking, the converse is true!

Bouquet for the welcome from dogs, cats and you,

And your kindness and interest in all that we do.

Bouquet to the birds, poultry, nuthatch and tits,

And an evening with badgers - that thrilled us to bits!

Bouquet for the breakfasts and all the fine fare

And the freedom to roam all around everywhere.

To Elizabeth, David, the cottage and Clees

Our heartiest thanks!  Can we come again, please?"