St Ives
They say that people make places
but they are incorrect and extrovert.
It is the lack of people that makes a
place for an introvert.
Glastonbury, Camden, Lindisfarne, St
Ives
All without humans? Now you’re
talking.
It was the dogs that floored me.
As a cat man I froze in terror at the
hounds on leads,
leading their panting owners to cool
(as in not very warm) pasties.
St Ives is another Betws-y-Coed
Lovely, till word gets about, and then
you can’t move.
The Gods of the Parking Meter can charge
what they like
and they do!
Narrow lanes, Babies in Papooses, Art
Galleries
and this was very out of season.
UK Tourism PLC is open for business
all year round now.
I was tempted to nick a bucket and spade
that had been left outside an Air bnb
but making a castle in the winter on
a windswept beach can only mean one thing,
that you’re having a nervous
breakdown
with your tears making the moat to
meet with salty sea.
Somebody would photograph me and put
me in the Tate
and then another someone would pay
big money
and hang me on their wall.
“Welshman having a meltdown
‘a-rag treth Kernyweg"
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