There, in front of me, is a photograph of a huge smooth royal face -
The pages of my Independent are wrinkled by rainwater and scandal -
I'm still chilled by the sudden cloudburst -
The High Street is almost empty - puddles brim - raindrops stream down the hoods of cagoules -
There's no sign of the Crossword Gang -
In the window, on their bed of ice, are bright fish and lobsters -
I sip my cappuccino -
A sloe-eyed girl is chalking today's menu upon a blackboard -
The rain's stopping -
Soon the road sweeper with the cowboy hat will appear -
The gentle town will wait for sunshine -
11.30
Thursday 14 May 2015
The Salt Pig
Wareham
Purbeck
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