Take a walk with me in St Swithin's Rain, through woodlands where the blackcaps sing in time with the drumming of the drops, where the Jacob’s Ladder of rain through the trees stops as the ivy bears the brunt and where the wind whips across fields and meadows full of time worn dandelions.
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Walk With Me - St Swithin's Rain