Golden shoes will tread the boards ...

I'm in the red wounded beast - we're on the M27, on our way to Portsmouth -

It's late afternoon - 

The windscreen wipers move slowly back and forth - 

Raindrops bejewel the glass - 

Illuminated signs spell out mysterious words - 

The sky is darkening - 

Anne's driving - 

Brake lights flare - tyres sigh - 

Later, we'll meet up with Tessa and Charlie - 

My cousin will greet us at the doors of the Theatre Royal - 

I'll greet the players in the green room - 

Golden shoes will tread the boards - 

16.00

Friday 27 November 2015

M27