The material for the poem is taken from childhood memories of Arkengarthdale in Yorkshire.
Like The Last of Harry, it works more like a maze than a normal set of web pages, with a somewhat circular motion to it (if you take the time to follow the links). All of this, of course, breaks the standard rules of site navigation, but what the hell.
For the sake of the Common Browser/Reader I have inserted a blue dot [
] at the bottom of every page to allow exit back to here. And below is a list of pages within the piece as a whole. Start with Enter.