So the sun was cracking the flags, it was mid day, I’d been out since 8, I was thirsty, I was looking for somewhere I could pull in and quench my thirst with an extra large can of red bull ( come on Max, Sunday, rub Hamilton’s nose in it).
In the trees at the junction, near to a service station
cold refreshing caffeine
drink
imbibe
your mouth will no longer be like the bottom of a budgies cage
fuck it that can wait let’s go mooch
Through the long grass, past the tall trees lies a cabin nestlin in the pines,
I wonder, just wonder if I have found Cousin Norman?
Not aclue what it was or if I could get in, first door, well at least it’s got a bog
And the second door.
Oh it would be nice if everything was as easy as this in the U.K.
It was so small inside, just two rooms
It was at some point, recently, a roadside bar, methinks, some official document dated 2019, pinned to the wall, health and safety? Licensing permit?
Just a candle in the wind, and that was it, small, compact, clean, empty.
Access to the upper floor was via an external staircase, got to try. The door was securely locked! Not only annoying, frustrating. But forever hangs in the air as
Why?
Still as this was a bonus ball I shouldn’t grumble shouldn’t complain. Time to get my wings.
Cousin Norman?
Readers of a certain age will know
Bye for now