HERE IS WHERE I'LL BE

It is no secret, where this road goes

So busy once with coastal flow

Is signed for all; heading north from Guide Post.

On it winds, down Bank, round bends

Where church and homes once stood

This road has carried many; in prams, on sledge, on foot.

Were some drawn to the Anglers Arms?

Or Bothal stones beyond?

More likely, is this little bridge that sits with all its charm.

Sheepwash Bridge, this resting rail

For those that journey on

Secret garden, hidden place, lies peaceful in the vale

Down the years, there’s been some fun,

Rope swings across the river,

Here couples met and families walked, to sit with duck and swan.

So to her banks we all have come

With Grans and Mams and Dads

Her weir pours over memories, always passing on.

It is no Secret what this all means

This place for not just me

Take me down to Sheepwash Bridge and here is where I’ll be.

JK Mitchell


In memory of Hazel Mitchell (Nee Coulter), 1923 - 2013