{quotable thursdays}

On the weekend, my Dad sent me this poem that he wrote about the famed Globe Inn on the canal, near Leighton Buzzard. It's been a historic coaching inn for bargees for centuries. I often take guests there and we were lucky enough to have a Sunday roast there right off the barge, when we rented one from the Wyvern Shipping Co. in March.
So today's quote is the poem:

The Globe

Oh to be at the Globe,

That ancient canal-side inn,

To watch the barges gliding past,

The ducks and dabchicks swim.

Oh to be at the Globe

With bitters firm in hand

A gentle breeze across the fields

When Spring is on the land.

Oh to be at the Globe, 

When the sun is surely set

To dine on beef and yorkies

Washed down with choicest 'wet'.

Oh to leave the Globe at last

And wend the long way home

By bridal path and working lock

No more this day to roam.

{my parents at the lock, en route to the Globe}

{early morning rise on the barge, headed to  the Globe}

{one of my first trips to the Globe after moving to LB}

{in the sunshine!}

{with book club!}

xo, L