Through Scotland’s peaks and lochs so grand,
Where mist and magic kissed the land.
The Lakes then called with waters deep,
And hills where ancient echoes sleep.
With every turn, a view so bright,
A journey carved in golden light.
Through Cotswold lanes and Peaks so high,
With family laughing, time flew by.
Stone cottages, rolling hills so wide,
Together we wandered, side by side.
Every village, every trail,
A journey filled with joy to hail.
Through London’s streets so bright and bold,
And Oxford’s halls with stories old,
We wandered past the river’s gleam,
Through pages of a scholar’s dream.
From towering sights to alleys tight,
Each moment carved in golden light,
A journey filled with tales to keep,
In cities where history never sleeps.