Following Mario’s poetry course last Saturday in Market Harborough,
On Sunday we took a walk along part of the disused train track that my partner had not explored the day before. Listened to the birds singing, got wet walking through a long dark tunnel without a torch and marvelled at the enterprise of the early railway builders.
Our spirits refreshed by the change of scene, we trundled back to Brighton in the afternoon, when it was quieter on the motorway, and arrived home suitably reinvigorated.
Film lasts 5 mins – second part brilliant band playing in local pub