Desperate days but I will adapt to survive and make the best of things. A walk from my front door, with a place in mind for a refreshment stop.
It gave me time to reflect on our town. A town where even Wetherspoons sold up their pub. I pass this, next to the "fun fair" and a group of men are taking advantage of the outside furniture to drink their own cans and smoke their own fags.
I don't know whether to be appalled at their disregard of a national crisis or be impressed with their carry on as if nothing had happened spirit. On reflection, it was the former.
They were on Carling.
Stourport Custodian - Keeping an eye on a former Wetherspoons |
The River Severn, my companion. |
Ribbesford - a place for ritual sacrifice or something more sinister? |
Lunch time |
How Civilised - bottle conditioned, so I remembered my glass |
I ran out of sandwiches.
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