Second Day of the South Downs Way

Bury to Washington

Breakfast Language Learning : How to say BREAKFAST

Welsh: brecwast

Main Event of the Day:

The walking. Mum said: 

At home: 'Oh, it will be all flat, don't you worry!'

On the canal: 'Oh, the walk will be all flat like this, don't worry!'

So, there I was, thinking the South Downs Way would be a piece of cake. It wasn't, was it? Nope. It was cold, windy and damp. It was all up a very steep hill. Then it started to rain. Only for a little bit, but all of the elements were against me. Except fire. It was cold, windy and damp, and up a hill, so all the elements would have told fire to lay off a bit. We'll get the forest fire tomorrow, I expect. But it will probably still be cold, wet and rainy.

So I composed a poem:

Was wet

And rainy

And windy

And cold

My bag

Was heavy

Couldn't see

The sea

I was

Supposed to.

Really, what's

The point

Of walking?

It's boring

And repetitive

On the 

Path was

Poo and

Huge piles

Of poo

On the

Side of 

The path

Which smelled

Bad. Obviously

We saw

Large snails

And slugs

Big black

Oozy ones

One was

Squashed. Stood

On. Inevitably.

It's a long rambling poem that sums up everything. No more explanations needed.