Past the school to the compulsory stop.
Early morning traffic light is light.
past the ‘Ice-cream Dairy’, the racecourse and the open road sign.
Contractors with flags, and ladders fixing stuff up a pole.
Pass a council mowing thingy cutting back to scruffy, rural grass verge.
Then silence. Silence except for a duck.
A pool to myself.
The early summer splash, frolic and out days are over.
Exercise. Day by day the distance increases.
The duck flies off.