If you hop three times At midnight around his grave You meet Robert Snook
There is Martin, see? A rock and a sombrero... All the things he needs
Midnight at Dog Rock Make sure you bring your flashlight And something to eat
For Sale: A small house 3 beds. Garden full of birds Make me an offer
Things were much simpler then eh?
So it would appear That we have a better world Almost within reach
I really hate cars (Except when I need a lift) (Then I quite like them)
Bluebird in Lidl Do they have any Tunnocks? (Asking for a friend)
Oh yes, #haikuwednesday keeps on rolling in the face of pandemics. Stay healthy!
© Tim Frost 2020
Legs felt good this morning after the leg warmer up to Cheung’s Perfumed Pagoda, so took the loop around the harbour and past the old fort. They’re ploughing up at Stoneacre farm. The road is covered in mud and muck and that farmer is miserable. She always scowls even though she gets to drive around in a massive tractor all day. She should be bloody ecstatic. Never mind. Bit of a grind through Hagman’s Woods but managed to catch a glimpse of the kingfisher, second time this year! Didn’t stop in Mungo’s Hole as wanted to finish on a decent climb. So up, up, up Mizzen Hill. A jet flew past so low I nearly had a fit and the legs nearly blew three quarters from the top. Managed to creep up to the top ready and gasping for a nice cup of tea, but the cafe was closed. Bah!