The Rajpoot takeaway ...

Waiting for our Rajpoot Takeaway, I sipped a half of Exmoor in The Kings Arms - 

A bravo ordered a large Dalwhinnie - 

Logs smouldered in the fireplace - 

The new landlord wore a navy blue polo shirt - 

A table of gaffers shared well worn stories - 

I put down my glass - 

Outside, a boy drove past in a banjaxed Corsa - 

I collected the Vegetable Biryani and Tangy Murghi -  

The Rajpoot was almost empty - 

Lonely cutlery shone on white tablecloths - 

Later, the courtly waiters would serve Vindaloos to boozy diners - 

Now, all I heard was Indipop, the sound of the Corsa returning - 

Takeaway for Chris I'd said - 

20.00

Tuesday 14 March 2017

Wareham