There is no ship

A grim old day with relentless rain. As you can see Ullswater was rough.
The best bit was the universal Mr Harold of Harold's Tyres took one look at my tyres, and said, and I quote, 'there's nowt wrong wi'dem, get y'sel away lass, they'll do plenty miles yet' ... having been told they would need changing by the people who'd done the MOT. Good old Harold.

The City - by C.P. Cavafy

You said: “I’ll go to another country, go to another shore,
find another city better than this one.
Whatever I try to do is fated to turn out wrong
and my heart lies buried as though it were something dead.
How long can I let my mind moulder in this place?
Wherever I turn, wherever I happen to look,
I see the black ruins of my life, here,
where I’ve spent so many years, wasted them, destroyed them totally.”

You won’t find a new country, won’t find another shore.
This city will always pursue you. You will walk
the same streets, grow old in the same neighborhoods,
will turn gray in these same houses.
You will always end up in this city. Don’t hope for things elsewhere:
there is no ship for you, there is no road.
As you’ve wasted your life here, in this small corner,
you’ve destroyed it everywhere else in the world.