Out
into the Grey
from Willsworthy
as the mizzle
mizzled
and along
down to the leat
and round
to the bridge
above Lane End
to Ger
somewhere in the mist
and on to Hare
to shelter for a cuppa
with spicy apple buns
with spicy apple buns
down the tumbly ground
torches on
by the new wire
and on
to the ever pleasant
Mary Tavy Inn