Peter Hitchens Goes Travelling To The Yorkshire Coast

 

I’m not a tourist, make no mistake,

I only go travelling for mind broadening’s sake,

I shan’t go near anything others enjoy,

Don’t count me in with vile hoi polloi,

Don’t call me a ‘Wezzy’ or ‘Come Fuh’Day’,

I’m up here from Oxford for CULTURE, not play,

Though I might take one in at the Theatre Round,

Or nip up to Bempton, where puffins abound,

And spot the lone albatross, doing his thing,

Midst the crowds of more common birds all on the wing,

For I feel that our minds must be truly alike,

Though he glides on the currents and I on my bike.

I’m certain I know what the albatross knows,

By disdaining the ways of his friends and his foes,

He has brought himself fame, made a lonely career,

In this dull, cold, unsuitable northerly sphere.