Parked up. The gathering of essentials. Lacing of boots.
Lost within five minutes.
A token nod from a miserable man walking two happy Jack Russells.
A feeling of weightlessness.
A winding river with small beached areas where one could imagine some eccentric chap called Rothschild sunbathing and drinking Pimms.
Stumbling upon an eerily quiet suburban village. Volvo's parked up on front lawns and the distant song of hand drill.
Sheep. Always sheep.
The ruins of a castle accidentally burned down in the 14th century by it's baker.
The Queen of all rainstorms and a right royal soaking.
A wren. Or was it a tit? One hopes a wren.
A church spire impersonating a space ship behind a cluster of pine.
Bulls. Sinister and still. Watching. Plotting.
A blister.
An anonymous pint in a pub at the end. At the bar. Packet of Tyrrells Chedder and Chives. Writing these words.
A token nod from a miserable man walking two happy Jack Russells.
A feeling of weightlessness.
A winding river with small beached areas where one could imagine some eccentric chap called Rothschild sunbathing and drinking Pimms.
Stumbling upon an eerily quiet suburban village. Volvo's parked up on front lawns and the distant song of hand drill.
Sheep. Always sheep.
The ruins of a castle accidentally burned down in the 14th century by it's baker.
The Queen of all rainstorms and a right royal soaking.
A wren. Or was it a tit? One hopes a wren.
A church spire impersonating a space ship behind a cluster of pine.
Bulls. Sinister and still. Watching. Plotting.
A blister.
An anonymous pint in a pub at the end. At the bar. Packet of Tyrrells Chedder and Chives. Writing these words.
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