Cam left Edinburgh University and started to walk 1000 miles to Devon… barefoot! Offering a place to kip, warmth of the fire & Cumbrian fayre seemed the right thing to do.
The weary Traveller, who tyred, sought
In places distant farre, yet found no end
Of paine or labour, nor his state to mend:
At last with joy is to his home backe brought.
Findes not more ease though he with joy be fraught,
When past is feare content like soules ascend:
Then I, on whom new pleasures doe descend,
Which now as high as first-borne blisse is wrought.
He tyred with his paines, I with my minde;
He all content receiues by ease of lymbs:
I, greatest happinessse that I doe finde,
Beliefe for faith, while hope in pleasure swimmes.
Truth saith ’twas wrong conceit bred my despight,
Which once acknowledg’d, brings my hearts delight
