People in the pub garden;

a warmth you’d almost forgotten.

Narrow boats on the cut,


the odd twee little cabin cruiser,

canoes, paddle boards.

People out and about,


ike a nineteenth-century

French painting. Seems like

a bank holiday, even if it isn’t.


Friends and acquaintances

emerge, blinking,

rubbing their eyes. 

◄ Vauxhall

Andy Capp ►


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Greg Freeman

Tue 11th May 2021 08:53

Thanks for your comments, Ray and Graham. The pub is on the Wey Navigation, the New Inn at Send, which Ray will know as the location of Write Out Loud Woking for its first two years. The friends were fellow am-drammers who have only been able to read any lines on Zoom for the last 15 months or so.

Thanks also for the Likes, John, Phil, Tony, Stephen, Julie and Holden.

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Graham Sherwood

Mon 10th May 2021 22:41

We have the canal quite close to us here. There is an exhale about the place, almost a time warp. I had a friend who wrote canal fiction and visiting him to review his books was a delight. This could be the definition of easing Greg! Another world.

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Mon 10th May 2021 22:29

To be close to water is refreshment for the soul Greg. All life can be on a canal! The lungs of town and country . You paint an alluring picture, I'm thinking of a prequel to Three Men in a Canoe.


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