I've missed being outdoors. This year i've got to crack on with getting my son riding his bike without stabilisers, so we can go 'scambling' in the woods on our bikes like big boys do.According to Wikipedia Scrambling is a method of ascending rocky faces and ridges. It is an ambiguous term that lies somewhere between hillwalking and rock-climbing.[1]
Thats a load of tommy rot!!! All kids know scrambling is doing dangerous stuff on your bikes in woods and on dirt tracks. Where this other description has come from I don't know.
"Daffodils" (1804)I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.The waves beside them danced; but they
For oft, when on my couch I lie
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed - and gazed - but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.