the solar panel glints in fields along with the patchwork greens, yellows, whites of the countryside ... another trip soon back on the coach. Up close and personal for some hours of travel with other humans. The school type regulations on a journey one pays the privilege for,
The ignoring of the ignorance. The sardine packed tin can of the usual sorry there is not enough room on only four carriages journey into a city from my town ... although I am going on a different day at a different time ...
I will pick up my connection by a short walk through an arcade parade of tourist shops and food bars ... the way out of a city dependent whether we are driven by my old abode or the river Thames and Chelsea out onto the factory, sky scraper and residential areas into the vast areas of the quintessential English scenery into the West Country ... bypassing where kin are staying near the River Severn ...
... and over the River Tamar entrance into my county from past times ...
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