From crazy to sublime to more crazy

We returned home last evening from a few days in the steamy south. Our niece got herself married down in the New Forest. I wore suit and tartan waistcoast, consumed much of the blackstuff and not a little of the water of life.

But oh, what a joy to be back! As the Westerbus rolled over the hills I thought about motorlife on the M27, about youths with speckled faces and girls with small dresses falling about drunk on Fareham High Street, about the wail of police and ambulance sirens ... Not lon...