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Brimpsfield Park 24th January 2025
At Brimpsfield Park the season’s end, Returned us all to field and friend; With smiles that rose, with laughter free, We marked the days that came to be.
The drives were flown, the shots were made, And memories in the heart were laid; Each tale retold by fire’s glow,
Of birds and sport, of all we know.
Yet as the fading light drew near, We found not loss but promise clear; For every ending holds in sight, The dawn of next year’s pure delight.
So Brimpsfield stands, a season’s close, A place where fellowship still grows; And in our hearts, the call remains, To walk once more the autumn lanes.