Escape

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On the beach ‘Hattie’ eyes shut, Wllm scribbled and stared again, On a shire horse tonk, tonk, tonk, a man with a sledge hammer, hit the signpost into place, nudge, horseman, ‘control yourself’, a green man jogged by. ‘Foxgloves, snapdragons, lupins quivered. Winifred held a kite in the mown meadow, flash, her electrical fingers cringed. ‘Bang on’ Christophers wife crossed the path.
This was open-day and ‘bubble, bubble, toil and trouble’…mists gathered.
One really needs to make sure….world of liars…. Never really goes, tells us that….someone living in the road with the same name…we must go, and meet on the common, a lot can be learned from addicts, and local quirks. People are vicious until someone moves the marmalade…

I lay under a tree, ‘Introducing a dim, fully-grown person into this sloppy world’
Simon Cadell in shades, puting across the lawn. Simon, ‘Well, we haven’t a hope of catching him unless, we find another mate!, a versatile all-rounder, who gets faf all for it'
I stared at him
I 'Last summer, Melinda (Messsenger) ran naked bale to bale accross a field, and wriggled into my one man tent and sleeping bag, for a dare'
Clip, clip her soles fell on the edge.
Melinada 'Well she is gorgeous, we need a mate for the man on the common'
I 'Helen Atkinson Wood', 'that would be perfect'..............found playing lawn tennis along the green-belt, ex-school friend of Hatties

ITN News
Reports of a Green man seen wondering on a common in Hayridge, without his clothes………….Locals are naming him ‘Noah’, because, he can catch trout in relative safety, and he carries a violin case’

Winifred was crouched on the common, ‘huff’, ‘huff’, eyes widened, nostrils flared, log fell from the oak tree. Charity said ‘He’s out’ they pull him away, and look around at the ground. Sheila leans forward, takes up the strap.

Bill scurried along the coast, splash, splash, splash, stopped peered over the edge, and out trotted the green man, walked a bit faster, splash, splash, then at the laburnum tree, ‘treasure..steady the helm….crunch,arrrrrggggghh….roar’, a puff of white smoke drifted up from the beach. A white hat walked, through the wood, from the windy coastal path.
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In the 1800s pippin wood contained a triangle of trees, one caged, and grass snake to scare the public. Kept by Wllm Adams full of narcotic plants. In 1547 Sir Clive Adams, found a ‘Cyder dragon’, whilst approaching shore, was attacked, ‘Ye serpent sped loose into the cliff’