memoirs, art and fragments by Thomas Milner

When the going was good



Still a sad glamour clung to Travel in those days,

The coal-fire in the cold-stone waiting-room

Of a draughty Yorkshire branch-line station,


The 8.00 pm boat-train from Victoria

Rocketing through the dark Kent fields

Arriving at gull-shrieking salt-air Dover.


Orly at dawn waiting in the transit-lounge

For the tense flight across the glittering sea

And on to the hot sands of Africa.


I took advantage of my freedom.

I went when the going was good

And arrived at a dry stony place.


Comments on: "When the going was good" (2)

  1. donna jones MBE said:

    tom-what a beautiful home you had in yorkshire. did u never want to come back and settle here permanently? xdonna


  2. We had to sell it, alas, when our father died but my younger brother lives in a third of it and one of his trades is a landscape gardener, so the garden is in good hands …


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