Get Sleepy: Sleep meditation and stories - Dreams of Grasmere (Premium)

Starting point is 00:00:00 Hi, Thomas here. You're listening to a preview episode. You can enjoy the entire story tonight by subscribing to our supporters' feed. There you'll get access to the entire back catalogue, bonus episodes, and more, and it's all completely ad-free. Click the link below to learn more and thank you so so much. Me and the team really appreciate your support. It is a place of dreams. It is a place of rolling gills and slow moving water, a sunk in pocket of land where deer roam the open spaces and feathered osprey over above. The sky here travels high and wide like a long breath. It arches with shimmering rainbows when the rain and the sun meet in unison and meld. Its whirls with thick cloud when the sky gathers its pearls and the rain rumbles.

Starting point is 00:01:28 And it presents a perfect pool blue when the sun swells and opens its heart and bakes cool valleys below. the low. The roads here sweep over the land and meander like streams through the hills, with no rush, no hurry. The air relaxes muscles and brings a calmness. This time slows, and the sleepy mountains breathe deeply. The mountains rise all around, and the lakes dip down into land, like great breaths in and out. The tops of the hills reaching up into the sky and the water, deep and low, permeating the earth. It is called the Lake District, simply because this wide swath of land by the sea is home to the largest number of lakes in England. It is heaps and troughs, the land here is like the motion of travel up and down, in and out,

Starting point is 00:03:12 a swirl of green and blue. The village of Grasmer lies unseen on entrance. The road strides forward and the hills yawn beyond. But it is only when the trees move aside slowly that the huddled cottages and inns emerge. Until you are upon it, this sleepy village stays hidden and shaded, keeping its story to itself in quiet solitude and calm. It is this story that I will tell you tonight. Dough cottage is the whisper before the words of Grasmire. It is the first thing to be seen on approach to the village. Before the chocolate cottage that smells of cocoa and sugar,

Starting point is 00:04:27 warmed syrup and chocolate lakur, before the view of the river that rumbles over rocks and glints in the early morning sun. Before the garden center where rain falls soft and gentle on the greenhouse roof, a bitter batter of warm showers. Here stands the cottage that was once an in-huttle amid tall trees, vines sprawling over its white body. Pink and fuchsia flowers, opening their padded petals in summer and showering their sweet scent all around the grounds. The top windows of the house open like gates, freaking and heavy with time. And the mountain air enters the cottage with the aroma of the flowers,

Starting point is 00:05:37 the soft rain, and the settled water of the lakes. Once called the dove and olive row, this building was an inn, and spoke of a bird of peace, that relaxed its full round body on the trees and gardens, and blinked its small eyes and waited, and waited. The end told of juicy, fleshy olives that grew in the warm months. The olive trees full boas, lollying and drooping with their heavy fruit. Ear sets the house, that would now become filled with slow lines of poetry and rambling journals of walking the land of boots treading mountain trails, and the breeze feathering thick wooden clothing.

Get Sleepy: Sleep meditation and stories - Dreams of Grasmere (Premium)

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