Eden Vale and Happy Tail

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Mrs Alfred and Christine, sat drinking dandelion and burdoch in the study.
The pheasant pub, 3 years old, in the shape of a giant pheasant, parking my quad and trailer neatly in space, thump, thump, emerald green tweed, across the fields, under hop trees, through the hedge…..thump thump thump,
Sid, ’Oh the techno shaman fellow, who rights me up in his blog…
I, 'aaaaahhhh!..........Sid, Sidney’.
Sid sat with rosemary the new England collie, and mrs Alfred
clink
Barmaid ‘ah Mr Brush….Basils tankard, the usual’
my Nescafe cup
Fox hunters hung from the rafters, horses sat in the chairs. Can-can, knicker bockers flashed in the air, from the barn next door. Outside, out into the sunshine.
Mrs Alfred stood like Gabriel, beckoned like Lucifer, loosened my back paw.
Two tonka beans, pins and needles, blood restriction, and the jaunt from the quad, made rubbing the soles…and Mrs Alfred rubbed them so well, I ‘Still life....’
I’d taken to riding my quad into the countryside, and sitting in roadside carparks with half a pint of cider.
Mrs Alfred painted giants, on thatched roofs, up trees, etc, for west country calendars.
(I), round Orpington high streets, roco-co pastel blue pond, along the village green, into the news agent. She looked like Paris in spring 1857, a giant badger in a corner.
Mrs Alfred ’here for gingerbread’
I ’and what have we here…..a delight’
Mrs Alfred, ’precious, peculiar, and reliable, your English post office’
I ’a pound of bon bons please............its longer than the average counter.......Just look at those loaves'
Mrs Alfred, ’are you looking at my shins, MR BASIL BRUSH’
I ’have you legs on everyside’
Mrs Alfred ’Your just a man in a suit’
I ’A Fox…Dust on the radio Times’’
She twisted a boot lace round my nose, and stared between my teeth
I ’like to share a doughnut’
she tiptoed behind the counter, and a foot appeared in hem and floppy cloth shoe, curling
I bought the quad round the front,
and her legs, around sped up the hill
Loved in the crimpled bottom churchyard, and we all stared down at the village green’