Out of work (1)

It rained all day
in August in Holt
but as we left the sun came out

I want a pot of tea I said
sitting outside somewhere. Let’s pretend
it’s summer and everything
‘s all right

On Blakeney quay there was music
and I went to buy tea
from a man in a van but
‘We’re closed’ he said,
crossly.

Jen ate an ice cream. We climbed
a very steep hill that went nowhere
but up.

We saw yachts and wooden seagulls
in cottage windows;
behind houses found
a narrow alleyway.

A man
took pictures of a wall.
Why? We asked
then squeezed small
to let cars pass.