In Plymouth I met Tim, Peter & Mark
Fish supper, on board before dark
The Wet & Windy Crew
Trying something new
Brittany cycling, a walk in the park
A beautiful day, in Roscoff we docked
What could ever go wrong, we mocked
Detour number four
Tim crashed to the floor
His saddle was totally crocked
No coffee for mile after mile
Pete’s ‘hanger’ would explode in a while
But McCafe was procured
A new saddle secured
And the faffing just made us all smile
In Bournemouth Pete likes to watch cricket
He prefers a reasonable wicket
Premier League’s not his bag
But his brother’s a drag
When he gloats of his season ticket