cruising through Hemel Hempstead
Stevenson's foot swollen, will have to cut
off his boot. Sledges heavier than usual.
wondering whether Christianity
has a future and what you had for dinner.
Bent forward against the first wind, ice
in our beards and a hundred miles left.
Did you find the road I mentioned?
We look at the sky with renewed understanding
since Johnson's talk a fortnight behind us.
Twenty-five minutes late past the brown horses,
the car breakers, the Ovaltine factory