We made this pilgrimage in glorious weather, when the seed of summer had truly awakened.
Indeed, spring so rested her soft touch on our sleeping that we only needed to use our tarps once at night in 2 weeks.
We sang this spring carol of renewal on the hillfort of Castle Acre. It's from the "Piae Cantiones", a collection of late mediaeval songs.
Now the spring has come again,
Joy and warmth will follow;
Cold and wet are quite forgot,
Northward flies the swallow;
Over sea and land and air
Spring's soft touch is everywhere
And the world looks cleaner;
All our sinews feel new strung,
Hearts are light that once were wrung,
Youthful zests are keener.
All the woods are new in leaf,
All the fruit is budding,
Bees are humming round the hive,
Done with winter's brooding;
Seas are calm and blue again,
Clouds no more foretell the rain,
Winds are soft and tender;
High above, the kingly sun
Laughs once more his course to run,
Shines in all his splendour.