The Teen is leaving home! *sobs* (that's him, as reality dawns) why? I hear the more interested reader(s?) (I know, that's pushing it a little isn't it) ask. . .
because, in the summer, he is going to Borneo for four weeks (to do international good turns) and - as preparation - the organisation organising the trip is sending him to the English countryside (see picture clues!) for a day and a half (two nights, apparently). . .
look - even a stone circle!
possibly not. . . while he's away. . .
(but he will appreciate coming home again after his few days away)
but, back to where we started, before I finish: Fiddler's Dram and that wonderful song
Didn't we have a lovely time the day we went to Bangor
A beautiful day,
we had lunch on the way and all for under a pound you know
But on the way back I cuddled with Jack and we opened a bottle of cider
Singing a few of our favourite songs as the wheels went around
Do you recall the thrill of it all as we walked along the sea grand
Then on the sand
we heard a brass band that played the Diddlely-Bump-Terrara
Elsie and me had one cup of tea then we took a Paddler boat out
Splashing away as we sat on the bay and the wheels went 'round
Wasn't it nice, eating chocolate ice as we strolled around the fun-fair
Then we ate eels in big ferris wheels as we sailed around the ground but then
We had to be quick
'Cause Elsie felt sick and we had to find somewhere to take her
I said to her lad, "what made her feel bad was the wheel going 'round"
Elsie and me, we finished our tea and said goodbye to the seaside
Got on the bus, Flo said to us, "oh isn't it a shame to go
Wouldn't it be grand to have cash on demand and to live like this for always"
Oh it makes me feel ill,
When I think of the mill
And the wheels goin' 'round
sadly, I don't think The Teen is familiar with this wonderful ditty. . .
. . .do the yooves of today still sing on public transportations? g*d (or the deity of someone's choice) help the people of Derbyshire. . .