A quaint town near the coast,
a party of three conquered it on a Saturday afternoon.
A speedy train sent them to Ashton and
whilst engineering works tried to delay them, a replacement succeeded in overcoming the barrier.
The girls were dressed for the occasion
so they were glad to be prepared when Wind and rain welcomed them with open arms upon arrival.
Exploring around the town, they found the way to the Ship’s Inn.
A sumptuous scallop meal under the dim warm yellow lights,
Gypsy poked her nose nearing the end, scaring poor C outta her wits for a second.
End of the course came too quickly and off the girls continued their trip
Capturing misty images of the seemingly old town,
they were fascinated by the old but exciting shops lining two sides of the streets.
All too soon darkness arrived and it was time to catch the return bus back.
Truly short but memorable trip to Sussex,
the fragrance from the quiet little town lined on the coast – named Rye hangs still lingeringly in the air.
Die Reise meines Lebens 
I really, really like this. I think you’ve found your ideal style here. There’s a quirkiness to the formal reporting tone and the poetic observations. I enjoyed this a lot 🙂
Thanks for your encouragement!! Shall attempt more of this and see how it turns out…
But honestly, the reason why I did that – I didnt have enough feelings/words to express what I did but I had some feelings about the trip so I was trying to deliver a summary with observations/emotions in phrases-> hence the result..
🙂 sometimes the styles you try out as a last resort are the ones that suit you most! Sometimes it’s more effective to just convey the details in a bare form and I think it works for you. I do similar things when I don’t know how to structure my thoughts into a longer piece of prose!
Agreed! The thoughts were just circulating in my brain and I had to let them out somehow 😀
historic places are of great values or interests..
lovely word painting. welcome…
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