Laurel and Hardy had a hit with this song in 1937; well over 20 years after it was written.
Google it to see and hear them performing.
That was a long time ago and you can see the lonesome pine now has a mate; surprisingly on Upton Heath in Dorset!
Well, they were there this morning.
This is the trail that leads there, but not lonesome anymore. A popular place to discuss dogs with other dog owners and to see an example of why you should never pick blackberries under three feet high!
You may also come across the occasional runner or in the distance, believe it or not, a police woman on a white horse: that is, if you are not admiring the view of Poole Harbour. You have to click on the picture to find her!
Naturally there is the odd explorer to meet - if you can catch up.
We are heading to the end of the winding path in the distance - and that's only half way!
You can be forgiven for thinking that people who move to Dorset in their near nineties are a bit odd
When you have finished on the blasted
heath you get the pleasure of being in the woods.
And then you are near to the end of your stroll which is a bit further than you thought it was, although not too far beyond the old railway bridge.
The Castleman Trailway, which is what we are on, had its origins in a Roman Road. Had we not turned off onto the heath we could have arrived here on Footpath No. 5 and gazed in wonder at the heather where 2000 years ago Centurions came and went.
Or, a few steps further on, where they played a round or two on Broadstone Golf Course.
Hope you have noticed; summer's back!
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