Getting carried away, I imagine I can hear strains of Elgar's Nimrod coming out of the clouds. But then an RAF bomber rumbles out into the sunshine! That's not what I had in mind!
Looking north from the Malvern Hills.
September 24, 2008
Elgar Country
On Saturday, in mighty fine weather - are we having an 'Indian' - to Malvern for a walk in the hills. Here I am conscious that the ghost of Edwardian composer Edwin Elgar is possibly peering over my shoulder as we amble up to the Worcestershire Beacon.
Getting carried away, I imagine I can hear strains of Elgar's Nimrod coming out of the clouds. But then an RAF bomber rumbles out into the sunshine! That's not what I had in mind!
Getting carried away, I imagine I can hear strains of Elgar's Nimrod coming out of the clouds. But then an RAF bomber rumbles out into the sunshine! That's not what I had in mind!
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