Haiku prolixia. Swallows swirling in a swaying sky, Yachts creak on moorings of rust, Lycra clad grunts on swathes of green, and "Howzat?" intruding from far off fields. ' I declare that I reside outside a 5 km radius of this club ...' Do we sign? Alan, master of the barefoot bowls, knoweth all mysteries here: sliced white, espresso, doily, egg, teapot, ditch and jack. Spiritual direction and art non-appreciation are our fare, for gods would be present too. Thing achieved. Bob 15.11.14
Stirring grist, grizzle and gore to flavour the stew.