A Walk To Cricklade
It must have been during the summer holidays. We decided to take a stroll to Cricklade.
We all meets up at the top of the street, on a Friday or Saturday. Anyhow, off we goes. All down the old canal, every inch of the way on the old towpath we went.
We gets down there, and looks around, on the green like down there, there was lorries decorated up, bunting all over the place - they must have had some sort of a show on you see. All of a sudden, Fatty says -
"Hey! Look kids, look who's over there….."
"Who is it then, Fatty?"
"Well, Harold"
Well, Harold was our green grocer - he used to come round with the horse and cart selling all the green groceries, Saturday mornings always, see.
"Leave this to me" Fatty says, "I've got something up my sleeve"
"What's on then, Fatty?"
"We're gonna get a ride back"
So over Fatty goes…..
"Hullo Harold"
"Hello kid! What's doing here then?"
"Well, having a bit of a stroll round like you know, stroll down you know, have a look round, see what's….you got a bit of a show on?"
"Oh ah"
"Down here all day then, Harold?"
"Oh yeah, down here all day"
"What time do you reckon yer going back then?"
"Ooh, I shall pack me traps up about half past seven at night I suppose, and I shall be on my way" Harold says. Course he had a lorry there, see.
Fatty says -
"Oh, that's good"
"What do you mean that's good then?"
"Well I was thinking perhaps you could give us a ride back like, you know"
"Ah, how many of there are you?" Harold says
"Well, there's only seven of us"
"Oh, only seven, is that all there is, only seven of you? Well how'd you get down here then?"
"Oh, we walked"
"Ah, well you can bloody well walk back too" Harold says.
Oh, we did. So after that we didn't think so much of Harold.