Hello again ladies and gentlemen. Well it is only nine days until (if all goes well) I will be back off to Scotland on the third trip of the year and what may well become known as “The Second Scottish Chaotic Camping Marauding Massacre of 09” which means the site is going to be left for about 3 weeks without being updated. So I thought that I would try and post a few extra little verses this week and next as there are not enough of them here anyway, let alone when I am off galavanting in the Highlands!

    So here is a little poem i wrote when I woke up the other day, in light of the above breaking news of the second camping trip I thought that a poem about a real, proper, normal bed was in order... and here it is!

Bed

By Daniel .M. Brown

Light’s out

Head down

Flat out

Drift away

Dreaming

Tossing

Turning

Stretching

Cosy

Warm

Safety

Carefree

Relaxed

LOUD NOISE!

Wake Up

Drowsy

Sore eyes

Early

Go back

Head down

Awkward

Can’t sleep

Nearly time

Wake up

Dizzy

Bloodshot

Tired

Stumble

Breakfast

Sun’s out

Time for your day.

Thanks for reading folks,

as always look after yourself and have fun,

dan