The adventures of Mad Jack.: June 2015

We are the Pilgrims master,
we shall go always a little further,
it may be beyond that last blue mountain barred with snow,
across that angry or that glimmering sea.

White on a throne or guarded in a cave,
there lives a prophet who can understand why men were born,
but surely we are brave,
who take the golden road to samarkand.

Sweet to ride forth at evening from the wells when shadows pass gigantic on the sand,
and softly through the silence beat the bells along the golden road to samarkand.

Why travel not for trafficking alone,
by hotter winds our fiery hearts are fanned,
for lust of knowing what should not be known,
we make the golden journey to samarkand.

James Elroy Flecker, 1913.

The adventures of Mad Jack.

Wednesday, 10 June 2015

Canoe wild camp on Ullswater

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