After dinner, we looked for the tourist information centre -
The high street was empty - low clouds hid the stars -
A wind blew down from the high hills -
The small shops were full of hopeful wares -
We saw a second hand bookshop brimming with jolly thrillers -
I admired the gaudy cover of Eric Leyland's Flame and the King's Ransom -
The spies are wearing hats Martin said -
In the bar of The Bull, barrel chested men played noisy dominoes -
I stood upon the silent pavement, remembering how we'd seen Tom Tallon's Crag -
The uplands had been close to heaven, the hill tops veiled in memory by the rain -
22.00
Monday 6 July 2015
Wooler
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