I traveled to North Devon, and my old hometown of Bideford to stay with dear friends, where we visited Damien Hirst’s “Verity” in Ilfracombe (photo above) and went swimming in Hartland, I was again amused at public transport + men + heat, and these two limericks were the result of the visit (with poetic licence):
There was a woman from Devon,
who found public transport heaven:
the guys liked to flirt,
and when she met Bert
it took the total to seven.
There was a couple in “Cranbrook”
broke everything in the rule book,
guests had a good time,
frequently with wine,
and laughter that made the house shook.