peaceful sheep
are guarding the Nick o'Pendle |
looking down on either side of the hill |
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dry
stone walls building a coarse mesh on the landscape |
broken only by stiles and
lanes |
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the ducks of Downham see steep fields |
where Big End is towering over the villages |
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those places,
still full of history |
with spells of
Pendlewitches filling the air |
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all of this and more is present |
for you to feel on the summit of Pendle |
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where mystery and magic
show their beauty |
while
driving away all fears... |
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