The straight & narrow
If you could only get through that locked gate…
You could jump the gate. It’s not too high, you’ll be fine.
Then you could walk for miles under skeletal trees, branches waving slowly in the winter breeze like old men practicing Tai chi ch’üan. You would hear the rustle and swish of fallen leaves underfoot with each footfall.
You could wander for miles along an old green lane, emerging to find a cosy pub. You’d pull up a chair next to the roaring open fire, eat a ham and pickle sarnie, washed down by a pint of ale.
If you could just convince yourself that no one will catch you in the act…
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