Bern’s mother Agnes recalled this poem by O’Brien featuring the town which I’d meant to share ages ago:
Let poets sing of English girls
Their beauty and their candour;
Give me a sweeter nymph than all,
The lass of Yackandandah.
She draws a cork with such an air,
No mortal can withstand her;
She turns a tap, and turns our heads;
The lass of Yackandandah
How I am loving these posts. The poem is brilliant and the pics great. I am so pleased you traveling/biking all the areas I know well through my youth. Sontag I find brilliant but problematic. She too quickly turned a bit self-conscious. All well here in BORING NYC compared to your trip. Bern is taking her mother Agnes, and my mother to Melbourne on Thursday to see Degas. I have swung free tickets and a tour for them. They will love it I hope. Keep going …….. Mark in the heat, back from yoga in the heat, with sunburn in the heat …M
Sent from my iPad
LikeLike
We wish you were here with us! Remember – slip slap slop
LikeLike
That is my Aunty Agnes. Great to read her words here. LOVING your posts.
LikeLike
Yes! We actually spoke to her by phone as we’d thought we might be able to see her.
LikeLike