The Road to Ipswich

There’s a mackerel sky when we leave

With the remains of last night’s Chinese

Den’s nose is still bleeding 

But the heat is receding 

And we’re into a cool early breeze

We get to Harwich by 9:00

And I remember that old local line 

Harwich for the continent 

Frinton for the incontinent

I hope it’s not some kind of sign

We breakfast on Ha’penny Pier

Fine coffee and bagels served here

We decide to digress

To a house in Wrabness 

Grayson Perry’s weird idea 

After coffee and cake we make hay

Constant refuelling on the way

The Singapore Rice

Is gone in a trice

An odd thing to have at Midday 

By now we’re in scorching heat

As we roll up David’s street

Sure to be hearty

With 5 in the party

For now I just need some sleep.

Sweffling