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There is wind where the rose was,
Cold rain where sweet grass was,
And clouds like sheep
Stream o'er the steep
Grey skies where the lark was.
Nought warm where your hand was,
Nought gold where your hair was,
But phantom, forlorn,
Beneath the thorn,
Your ghost where your face was.
Cold wind where your voice was,
Tears, tears where my heart was,
And ever with me,
Child, ever with me,
Silence where hope was.
November by Walter de la Mare
Bycicle Touring - Tools, Equipment, Travel
I'm a bycicle tourer, maybe simply I like use bycicle not only in the city. I started this discussion to speak with you about tools, equipment and travel organization if there are other members here who like travel with bike.
For example is anyone interested in a bike tour in England next June?
All the best