Stuart with a stethoscope and a dozen student nurses in their uniforms. Cameras clicking. The deed was done. Taxi called. Going to the restaurant, you felt sick, I said turn your hat upside down. Now we are sat in a circle dinning on oriental cuisine.
Time to leave, trains will wait for no one. Destination reached. This is lonely spot. The cool night air invigorates, but the rough track plays havoc with high heels. Farm reached and a cold straw bed and spam sandwiches await. Tomorrow: I promise we will dine at the pub in Edale.

Footnote:
I have spent the last few days printing part of my copious writing, from deep within my computers hard drive. Each piece printed is like a familiar long lost friend. But how did I come to write so much… One particular batch linked together is almost the length of a novel !