Dear Readers, I thought I would use the opportunity of participating in Cee’s Which Way Challenge, to present a few more of my holiday snaps. I got a little carried away as I was having way too much fun putting them together to tell a little story. I hope you like it.
Which way home? Choose your mode – road, rail or perhaps conveyor belt?
I know. Let us take the very fast train.
Or maybe we won’t.
I hear all roads lead to home. Or maybe that was Rome.
I dunno. No idea. Nup, I dinnae ken.
But I think we should go by road instead. We have the GPS.
Take the high road or the low.
But be careful of dangers, known and unknown, waiting up ahead.
Lest we get a little squished or worse …
We could go by bus. We could go by car. We could even go by horse and cart.
But if it gets a little windy on the way, we must restrain the urge to fart.
Instead we detour to Dunedoo for Dunedoo has a fancy loo.
Flashing lights and piped music designed to please, now let Fluffy off the leash.
But hurry up. Chop, chop, chop. Only 10 minutes to finish the job.
Otherwise we may be surprised when the door it opens wide
to reveal a shy backside or man zipping up his strides*.
So hurry up we do, jumping on our trusty steed for the penultimate travel leg.
There are no two which-ways about it. It is plain for all to see.
The mind has already left the station as we shuffle into Hillend.
I hope that wasn’t too gruesome.
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*Aussie slang for trousers.