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poliphiloThe hawthorn is in bloom all over Sussex- in lanes, by roads, in gardens, on the hills- and there's just so much of it. Here's a particularly windswept tree above the village of Telscombe in the heart of the South Downs.
The name of the hill is Telscombe Tye. Turn round, climb a few paces to the brow of it, and there's the sea.
The name of the hill is Telscombe Tye. Turn round, climb a few paces to the brow of it, and there's the sea.
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Date: 2019-05-14 06:39 pm (UTC)"The moon she shined on Telscombe Tye—
On Telscombe Tye at night it was—
She saw the smugglers riding by,
A very pretty sight it was!"
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Date: 2019-05-14 07:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-05-14 07:50 pm (UTC)I'd forgotten those lines. Kipling so loved to put real place names in his work. He knew- in Auden's words- that they are "an sich poetic"
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Date: 2019-05-14 07:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-05-14 07:59 pm (UTC)(Edited to fix icon.)
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Date: 2019-05-15 02:14 am (UTC)It was, until now, my sole association with the name! I can imagine Pharaoh Lee leaning up under that tree.