“We’re here. Let’s go for a stroll.”
“It’s called Woodlands Valley. I wonder why?”
Amongst the crisp pine needles and leaf litter, a wandering hobo appeared. We fed him some Chocolate Caramel Shortbread.
“I feel better now” he exclaimed. Then he wandered off, repeating something about “need my Medication…Guinness”.
Up near Doctor’s Gate, we met a doctor called Martin. “In need of Medication…must go…Rugby…TV…Calcutta…need to watch” he blurted.
A gaggle of figures passed above us as we returned through the forest. They were being led down the dangerous A57 road by an elf with a long white beard who was desperately seeking Medication. “Macallan, Laphroaig, Glen Morangie, Glenfiddich, Glenlivet” he chorused.
Back at the stark white building, some badly pitched Aktos and a Pie Man’s Palace flapped in the breeze whilst the inmates concocted Sue’s expensive stark white dinner, sponsored by Dunlop, featuring sea-life from the 20th century.
There were lots of lovely people there, including an elderly gent with a huge belly. “It’s the Medication…Black Bull Bitter and Potatoes” he confessed, before resuming the fruitless search for his favourite colour.
It was great to see everyone, and we also missed those who couldn’t make it. We look forward to seeing you again soon and hope that all our conundrums will have been discovered and our Medications solved by then. Especially our own!