So many mistakes…
But what’s around that turn? It might be a beach, was here, or it could be an ice cream, the best in Devon?, or even some fried gurnard and a jug of Otter. Guilty, guilty of everything. Addled and jaded and beat as I am it might always be worth running up that lane. Even with a stick or a mobility wagon.
All those treasures just around corners. And Riverman looking on, the curl of a smile.
(First two lines, with apologies to Esenin)
