News travels

So farewell then Muhammad Ali. Those were the days. Sonny Liston, George Foreman, Joe Frazier, Henry Cooper. Of course, I was just a lad, but the whole world, it seemed, talked the one language, and of little else.
And Dave Swarbrick! Legend. His hens will now forever be marching to the midden.
But back to here, I went on a big march myself. In the midday sun. Like a mad dog. Well I was mad for a humongous G&T after it. And a second. Whatever is not disposed of should be left for the next visitors. Them's the rules. I may leave some ice.