Christmas Carol to Thirlmere To the tune of "It Came Upon the Midnight Clear", with apologies to Edmund Sears and Sir Arthur SullivanThey can’t put zip wires o’er Thirlmere,The vision turns us cold. Of people flying through the skyAnd tightening their hold!Peace in the Lakes, we should expect,And planning rules agree!This valley is a special place,“Don’t spoil it” is our plea. Straight through the cloven skies they’d comeThe peaceful skies despoiledExcited screams would surely pierceThrough all the weary world;Above the sad and damaged lakeThey’d slide on whining lines.Destroying peace we all believe,Tranquillity defines. Yet with the woes of sin and strifeThe Lakes can calm us down;Immersed in all this peace and quietSoothes every care and frown;And man, up in the air, hears notThis glory on his ride:O hush the noise, ye men on wires,And hear that countryside. For lo! the days are hastening on,For us to make our mark,Object to this outrageous plan,By writing to the Park;They need to know how strong we feel,That we believe we’re right,And you’ll find all the facts you needBy visiting this site: www.friendsofthelakedistrict.org.uk/thirlmere Manage Cookie Preferences