Returning for a third time to the Lensbury following a second day of coaching, I sat in their lounge/bar area (well-priced tea called to me) and wrote.
Lensbury Falls Away
Back in an airmchair to survey
These clientele, each growing grey.
Back in this hold of stranger class
Where cackling lads outnumber grass.
Back to my mind I find retreat
Out of this world seen from my seat.
Back to a plain bordered by trees
Where wife and I count ourselves free.