Does rudeness know of no limit, no range beyond which it’ll cease? When Jenny opines her coarse feelings, is there no way to seek peace?...

The elegant bridge spans the water, turrets bright, angled and sharp The Terminus art-deco hotel offers a splendid repast The wine in...

And after a long day of walking, and after a warm day of calm And when the expected diversion endangers our bodies with harm The pilgrims...

The natural way of things being that the female deer hurries ahead The sorry stag follows behind her, his antlers bowing his head But...

The wind and the rain are mere trifles, compared to the strength of the sun It beats its heat upon you, it shines until it is done If you...

A burgeoning friendship cemented, with heaven’s tears tumbling down A fortunate meeting with motorised pilgrims, in Renault we cover the...

A moment of absence unseated by a well-meant hearty hello The heart-thumping shock of reverie rocked, a message of “go, just go” The...

The grind of the climb plays hard on the limbs, as breathless you reach the top Where the sound of a perfect angel-like voice does lift...

Who’d have thought that fingernail dust would cause such angst for me? Who’d have thought a small shower towel could be a luxury? Who’d...

The matter of honour looms large on the walk: the pride of challenges met And after falling some way from my steed, I met a challenge I’d...

A long march averted in cold and damp, but conscience twinges away Do I offend the great hiker above, whose purity should hold sway? But...

The godfather runs the show in this town, his meter repeating its name What pity it is with pitiful limits this town must his power...

I want to make you wet, my boy, I want to make you wet I’ll drench you so you cannot tell what’s rain or tears or sweat But you’ll never...

The mayor may rule in name here, but we know who pulls the strings The matriarch junctions all data-flows, she directs ’most everything...

They moan and complain and see dark clouds ahead, their vision cloudy with doubt Yet what they don’t see they know in their bones, though...

The weather is not your friend, my friend, she’s fickle as fate in a huff One moment she’ll shine with a dazzling smile, the next she’ll...

So what would attract you to live here, said monsieur to the sunburned Brit I see the weather has taken its toll, but dinner seemed...

Ten kilos or less of pack burden, to save the poor mule’s back This mule, however, is willing and able to start the 500 mile track...