Over the Top-airy...a Canterbury tale
Oh Cupids give me Hopetoun, lead me through the Myrtle of pines to my one true gate!
Through Athols of topaired curley Kew'd squares and Groves of Stanley
past the glorious golden mile of ficus lollipops and box hedge Bryson
to wtf?
onward, ever onward through the gates of Monomeath and the path of Rueben
Hark! Fix bayonets and storm the Torringtons could this be M' ladys gate?
Tis but a folly, for behold, my one true gate...I shall call her Daphne!
the end
Which, if any is your favourite gate?
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ttfn Jox
Is this all in your local bicycle (with the wicker basket filled with baguettes and blooms) route? I want to live there too.
ReplyDeleteHi Anon,
DeleteThis is the metro bicycle route..all lycra and no wicker. The basket path is where we live amongst the trees..the gates are at a more jaunty angle than the Canterbury cousins.
Jox