In amongst the reeds and marshes

A concert hall rises above the horizon

For a weekend it’s a foodie’s heaven

All sorts of bread some of it unleavened!

The pears Briton hall is worth a visit even if you only need the toilet

Parking in a short cropped field, cheerful attendants direct you to your allotted sod

Motor cyclists looking like power rangers park where they like

They pay no eight quid, why? Because they stagger in in creaking leather

There’s pickled eggs and herrings

Smoked goat cheese and some with chillies added why?

Some things don’t need added extras

Eight quid to see the Thomas Moore’s a fair price

Go down the road and you can see a Barbara Hepworth for free

I was born not far from here I feel the landscape belongs to me and vice versa

The entrance fee helps to keep this facility open

I want to go again to the poetry festival at least that’s what I’m hoping