Enjoy a memorable Valentines evening in Windsor at The Cottage Inn, Winkfield
Love will definitely be in the air at The Cottage Inn, Winkfield this February 14th! If you are desperately trying to think of a great venue for Valentines supper Windsor, don’t worry.
There’s still time to plan a romantic Valentines evening in Windsor at one of the area’s best loved venues – The Cottage Inn, Winkfield.
Book your Valentines supper Windsor now
No, it’s not too late to book a table for two (or more) and celebrate with an intimate Valentines evening In Windsor at the Cottage Inn, Winkfield.
With freshly prepared and wholesome food, fine wines and beers and a convivial atmosphere, we’re sure to impress, whether your Valentines supper Windsor is to be spent with a special someone or indeed a group of people you simply love spending time with.
The Cottage Inn, Winkfield promises a unique setting with its 18th Century roots and rural setting, not to mention all the right ingredients for a memorable Valentines evening in Windsor.
Contact us for details of our special Valentines supper Windsor menu options. From the finest cuisine, to tantalising wines and attentive service amidst memorable surroundings, we’re bound to be one of your better Valentines evening Windsor ideas.
And how about making your Valentines evening in Windsor extra special by enjoying a bottle of wine, forgetting about driving and staying over in one of our 10 tastefully decorated en-suite rooms?
Contact the friendly team at The Cottage Inn, Winkfield to make your reservations now.
Rose of All the World by DH Lawrence
I am here myself; as though this heave of effort
At starting other life, fulfilled my own;
Rose-leaves that whirl in colour round a core
Of seed-specks kindled lately and softly blown
By all the blood of the rose-bush into being -
Strange, that the urgent will in me, to set
My mouth on hers in kisses, and so softly
To bring together two strange sparks, beget
Another life from our lives, so should send
The innermost fire of my own dim soul out-spinning
And whirling in blossom of flame and being upon me!
That my completion of manhood should be the beginning
Another life from mine! For so it looks.
The seed is purpose, blossom accident.
The seed is all in all, the blossom lent
To crown the triumph of this new descent.
Is that it, woman? Does it strike you so?
The Great Breath blowing a tiny seed of fire
Fans out your petals for excess of flame,
Till all your being smokes with fine desire?
Or are we kindled, you and I, to be
One rose of wonderment upon the tree
Of perfect life, and is our possible seed
But the residuum of the ecstasy?
How will you have it? - the rose is all in all,
Or the ripe rose-fruits of the luscious fall?
The sharp begetting, or the child begot?
Our consummation matters, or does it not?
To me it seems the seed is just left over
From the red rose-flowers' fiery transience;
Just orts and slarts; berries that smoulder in the bush
Which burnt just now with marvellous immanence.
Blossom, my darling, blossom, be a rose
Of roses unchidden and purposeless; a rose
For rosiness only, without an ulterior motive;
For me it is more than enough if the flower unclose.
