Official Poet of the Northern Hinterlands

Wimbledon Queue

Originally posted on Poetic Licence:

A few tips for those thinking about queuing at Wimbledon – to get a show court ticket it is an overnight job.

When you get to the park where the queue begins, you get a ticket which is your place in the queue. You put your tent up although some people still elect to sleep under the stars, its fine if it is dry night but i have experienced drizzle and it was a very long night for those without tents.

You can use any tent as the queue is now in a park and all on grass. Some of the tents are quite big ie 4 man jobs.

It is very well organised and there is a snack van on the park which sells bacon sandwiches first thing on a morning but is not open late at night,

Each morning you are woken by the of the early morning…

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The bike

Bought a new bike – not had a new one for a few years
The deal was no pedals supplied, but when it came they had put a set in a box which was nice
It has sat in the room for 2 weeks, weather not good
looking at it, fantastically made piece of design and engineering

The weather has turned, sun came out
Went for a ride, gears smooth, bike wants to go quickly
Getting from A-B so fast
Going up hills I thought would be difficult
The gear range is so good, cruise up them

Like it lots

North Sea


In the box, is it alive or dead
Schrodinger’s cat, it’s all in the head
What do we think is it’s current state
Is it ok or is it too late

On a train journey from York to Durham.

laptop, notepad, smart phone

beep, flicker, connect and drone

machines on people’s laps

many little taps

linking to contacts by email and text

looking at messages and selecting the next

constant sound of ring tones

of blackberries and i-phones

the journey has changed from a time before

connecting to others, now at the fore.

Clusters of snowdrops, so green and white

Nodding their flowers, such a beautiful sight 

Heartening as nature moves towards spring

Hearing the dawn chorus as the songbirds sing.

The Streets with no Space

Driving around, streets packed with motors

Parking bays planned using minimum quotas

Going for a drive, it used to be fun

Now its just, give way as another car comes

We really do need to start thinking ahead

Planning for cars and using our head.

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