The five-mile trip to Mumbles slipped by very quickly. Hand in hand, Sowerbutt and Polly headed to the wooden café, the nearby Victorian pier nearby looking sad with large sections missing from it. “In case some evil Jerries row all the way up the Bristol Channel and are looking for somewhere to secretly land and have their wicked way with us,” Sowerbutt said.
“You are a crazy man,” laughed Polly, pulling a face.
“How about this?” said Sowerbutt, enjoying his carefree day.
“Mumbles is a funny place,
A church without a steeple,
Houses made of old ships wrecked
And most peculiar people.” http://www.amazon.co.uk/Colour-Lemon-Surrender-1940-ebook/dp/B008USR7FA
“You are a crazy man,” laughed Polly, pulling a face.
“How about this?” said Sowerbutt, enjoying his carefree day.
“Mumbles is a funny place,
A church without a steeple,
Houses made of old ships wrecked
And most peculiar people.” http://www.amazon.co.uk/Colour-Lemon-Surrender-1940-ebook/dp/B008USR7FA
No comments:
Post a Comment