Burnham Deepdale

A quick look out to see the high tide before sorting and a trip to the hospice shop.
As the roads were so quiet at lunchtime (thanks H & M) I took advantage and cycled to Burnham Thorpe. I was looking forward to a half at the pub but it was all closed down. Peering through the window I was sad to see the old settles had gone. I reckon they would have dated back to Nelson’s time. It used to be a proper parlour pub with a wonderfully notorious landlord. I used to order 2 halves because women weren’t allowed pints (never mind the fact that most of it was in the tray by the time it got to you). Nostalgia’s a funny old thing.

red kites are soaring
a bin bag darkness descends
on the lifeless clothes