The Brook - Alfred Tennyson

I chatter over stony ways,
In little sharps and trebles,
I bubble into eddying bays,
I babble on the pebbles.

We arrived home late this afternoon after many photo opportunities along the way.  I think it will take a while for me to catch up with visiting journals and back blipping my time at Eden as I have a medical issue to sort out over the next few days.  
Thanks for visiting my journal and for your kind words.