EcclesBourne Glen by rock-n-ore  where a hermit lived, but lives no more, a lonely life, no not at all as friends he had both big and small.

The fox that runs so fast and free, the squirrel who gathers nuts from the Hazel tree, the owl  who sleeps till day meets night, then spreads its wings in nocturnal flight.

To live on the bounty of nature's store foraging limpets and muscles from the rocky shore, for  this was  the life lived by he as there was no place he would rather...