A nice memory whilst 'pokin' around in the Loft

Scarclffe Woods circa 1974 - Watercolour - George Roberts

Whilst looking for a canvas in the loft I found this old watercolour that I painted when I was in my twenties. It used to hang in my late Mother in Law's home in Derbyshire. Today I hung it on the wall in our sitting room.  Every time I look at it I will think of Marjory - she was a very nice lady, modern beyond her time, who was very fond of poetry - so  - 'Here's looking at you, kid'

Whose woods these are I think I know.   

His house is in the village though;   

He will not see me stopping here   

To watch his woods fill up with snow.   

My little horse must think it queer   

To stop without a farmhouse near   

Between the woods and frozen lake   

The darkest evening of the year.   

He gives his harness bells a shake   

To ask if there is some mistake.   

The only other sound’s the sweep   

Of easy wind and downy flake.   

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,   

But I have promises to keep,   

And miles to go before I sleep,   

And miles to go before I sleep.

 

'Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening' by Robert Frost