Friday, November 13, 2020

Tuckit Bags



 

Off to the park today in the old donkey cart. The road was strewn with orange. I wish I'd taken my hasselblad - such was the autumnal glory that we beholdeth. Dazzling hues of all hueness. The trip trappy bridge is always fun especially if a loaded dung cart is coming the other way but we were spared the scrape and spark of the hooves this time.
The journey takes just 40 minutes around the back of beyond, past the nether fizzles and then further along the byways and leafy hue ways.
The town was in low swing and we swung into action with our gander bags. Bulged they did with odd curiosments and gew-gaws. I found a tin lizard pranger and a half boiled rangle-swuppit. Hoozle got a few ancient cards of poppits and poke-its. elbows a kimbo we spent a good hour hear until the call of nature and skip hoppy to the septic urals.
Then the charshops and more delights of the mouldering kind. Pac pins and seedy sleeves.
Tummy rumolds so home for tiffin and more jumbucks in our tuckit bags.  I must go and have a lie down now in a darkly room.

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