Let's head for the hills.

Image: Rothbury to whittingham, Northumberland.

I can’t stop gazing at these gorgeous scenes! Thank you for sharing with us the beautiful things you see. These photos remind me of home.

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Slow down and take in the scenery.

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Are you going to Whittingham fair?
parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
remember me to one who lives there
for once she was a true love of mine.

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tell her to make me a cambric shirt
parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
without any stitches or needlework
and then she will be a true love of mine.

Image: Northumberland.

tell her to wash it in yonder dry well
parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
where water ne'er sprung nor a drop of rain fell
and then she will be a true love of mine.

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tell her to hang it on yonder thorn
parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
that never bore blossom since Adam was born
and then she will be a true love of mine.

Image: April in Northumberland.

now he has asked me questions three
parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
I hope that he'll answer as many for me
and then he will be a true love of mine.

Image: April in Northumberland.

tell him to find me an acre of land
parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
between the salt water and the sea strand
and then he will be a true love of mine.

Image: Country Road, North Country Roads.

tell him to plough it with a lamb's horn
parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
and to sow it all o'er with one pepper corn
and then he will be a true love of mine.

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tell him to reap it with a sickle of leather
parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
and to thrash it all out with a bunch of heather
and then he will be a true love of mine.

Image: On a shady country lane, let's head for the hills. image.

when he has done and finished his work
parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
well tell him to come for his cambric shirt
and then he will be a true love of mine.

Image: country roads and shady lanes of Northumberland. image.

"I yearn for one of those old, meandering, dry, uninhabited roads which lead away from towns ... where you may forget in what country you are traveling ... by which you may go to the outermost parts of the earth." Henry David Thoreau

Image: Near Bolam.

I value my garden more for being full of blackbirds than of cherries, and very frankly give them fruit for their songs.
Joseph Addison (1672 - 1719),

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The true traveler is he who goes on foot, and even then, he sits down a lot of the time.
Colette

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