In the parlour ...

We're staying the night in the The Forresters Arms - 

My room is reached by a mazey passage -

Dripping walkers are arriving -

I can hear farmers carousing in the bar - 

Their land rovers glisten in the rain - 

I'm sitting in the parlour - 

Later I'll listen to dominos slapped down upon a boozy table - 

I'll sip a Dalwhinnie after steak and ale pie - 

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Sunday 23 July 2017

Forresters Arms 

Kilburn

Yorkshire