In The Haddenham Hole
by Caroline Coates
Poor old Haddenham
Sitting in a field
Trying to get airborne
Weather wouldn’t yield
Most flew Saturday
Breezes not too strong
No-one up on Sunday
Downpours all day long
Sun appeared Monday
Wind too much a strain
Then just for good measure
Another load of rain
Didn’t dampen spirits
Of those who stayed to wait
Couldn’t beat the dinners
Gayle managed to create
Didn’t thwart friendships
Renewed once again
Couldn’t stop Upward Bound’s
Rally, 2010*
*read as ‘twenty-ten’
At least we could all shelter in the marquee...
Peter Underwood's a happy camper!
Oh Henry!
Hang on Jim