(Ummm. And the back light went crunch and the bike rack got mangled.)
At a beautiful spot by the
sea,
Huw, Mirko, Ulrike and me
Spent a lush lazy morning,
Without hint of a warning
Of what was to come around
three.
All packed up and ready to
go,
Our starter motor grumbled
“no”.
With an intricate knack,
The boys gave it a whack,
And at last current started
to flow.
For a moment our moods were
quite strong,
But our elation was not to
last long.
We couldn’t traverse
And had to reverse,
And with that, things really
went wrong.
Our poor little truck it got
battered:
I didn’t look right when it
mattered.
By terrible chance,
We drove into a branch
And our windows and hearts
were both shattered.
We tried not to sink down or
get flappy,
And our new friends helped
make things less crappy.
‘Neath the stars and ‘la
luna’,
Eating barbequed tuna,
At the end of the day we were
happy.
Route, photos and more at www.thelongandwinding.co.uk
As a little P.S., the gaping hole in this photo no longer exists and our poor shattered back window was refitted just over 24 hours later. Though now far inferior in quality, material and security, at least our little home is now complete again. It will take a little longer to mend my dented confidence, though writing this poem has definitely worked its magic as some form of creative therapy for me.
