Jollie Brook Hut

Old river terraces

and tall tussock grasses

to the beech forest,

with a scramble to the edge of the lake;

lunch, a paddle,

and a tree-canopied saddle

to - wouldn’t you know it? -

a creek just in front of the hut;

finally-soaked feet,

a good solid meal and

a boot over the mouse-hole

before heading to bed!

Water and high bluffs,

gorse and matagouri,

not to mention

harsh words and frustration.

Ah! Yes!

    Two more days along the way -

    another phase of the journey done! 

       © Valerie Laura

       20 November 2009