{"id":401,"date":"2010-12-29T15:51:11","date_gmt":"2010-12-29T15:51:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lee-robertson.co.uk\/?p=401"},"modified":"2015-08-25T08:17:03","modified_gmt":"2015-08-25T08:17:03","slug":"and-miles-to-go-before-i-sleep","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lee-robertson.co.uk\/and-miles-to-go-before-i-sleep\/","title":{"rendered":"And miles to go before I sleep"},"content":{"rendered":"
<\/a><\/p>\n 5 pm Boxing day, Welcombe<\/p>\n In the midwinter gloaming the darkening sky and low winter sun robbed the landscape of colour. If only I had gone for a walk- the silence in the lanes would have been exquisite. The warmth of a lit window in a family home in sharp, perfect contrast to the bleak winter blue.<\/p>\n I thought of Frost’s famous poem as I took this photo:<\/p>\n Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening – Robert Frost<\/a><\/p>\n Whose woods these are I think I know. 5 pm Boxing day, Welcombe In the midwinter gloaming the darkening sky and low winter sun robbed the landscape of colour. If only I had gone for a walk- the silence in the lanes would have been exquisite. The warmth of a lit window in a family home in sharp, perfect contrast to the bleak winter blue. I thought of …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,12],"tags":[],"yoast_head":"\n
\nHis house is in the village, though
\nHe will not see me stopping here
\nTo watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer
\nTo stop without a farmhouse near
\nBetween the woods and frozen lake
\nThe darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake
\nTo ask if there’s some mistake.
\nThe only other sound’s the sweep<\/a>
\nOf easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
\nBut I have promises to keep,
\nAnd miles to go before I sleep,
\nAnd miles to go before I sleep.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"