Out & About …

… on the North York Moors, or wherever I happen to be.

Tag: poem

  • Hold my hand while we jump off this cliff

    Hold my hand while we jump off this cliff

    “Let’s jump off this cliff – it’ll be fun! A right laugh!” urged all the people (well, I mean just over half of those who had bothered to speak up at all). I peered down at the rocks; it was a long way to fall. I said, “This cliff’s more than three hundred feet high…