Bawtry, The Swan, May 26th. A much more cheerful party reached Bawtry well before dusk after a brisk walk of about twenty-four miles, having left the Lamb once we had broken our fast on bread, cheese, and ale. The task of providing our night's entertainment fell on the cook, a jolly fat fellow, with a laugh like the bellow of a bull. We were starting to get to know each other better, and there was much chatter on the road...
Staring into the heavens looking at your full face I can see the look of surprise as I gaze into your eyesStars pale by comparison to your brightness in space Appearing so small and dim as you illuminate the skies I am struck with thoughts of wonder awe and amazementScatterings of much smaller objects in the heavens twinkleShowering the sky like glitter I stare in bewilderment A celestial treat starts to unfold as my brow...
