Gently does it.
Gentle evening weather with gentle company.
Up gently and along gently and down gently.
Just the job for a gentle return.
Gently mystical, too -
For, we left the car park with only our cars in it.
But, something must have sprinkled magic dust.
For, on returning, a khaki camo encampment had sprouted.
Seventy-two navigators with tents and vans and buses and dogs.
I like Wednesday nights! Good to be back.
And behold a great multitude assembled below the slopes of Mount Leedon
Tor to welcome the return of the old master. His followers were legion.
A great army bearing large sacks pitched tents, lit camp fires, parked
their wagon trains and unloaded bushel upon bushel of provisions. So
great was the throng that it grew fearful in the twilight. The prophet
and his seven true disciples slipped away in the dark to The Rock, where
they were joined by a man whose boat had delayed his arrival to the
scene of the earlier miracle. And they took 'Tribute' and shared one bag
of crisps among the many. Blessed are those who walk the wilderness.