The children picked wildflowers and played in the wide vale between their cottage and the mountains.

From her position in the tall oak tree, Lydia could see the deep vale that almost resembled an empty pond between two large hills.

The poet described in great detail the beautiful green vale that dipped between two rocky cliffs.

The vale was at least six feet at its deepest and covered in clover, wildflowers, and other greenery that climbed all the way to the mountains on either side.

Children in rural England love to roll down the high hills into the silky grass of the vale and look up at the sky.