Swamplands - every moor
A day in which the aftermath of rain, sleet, snow, fog and festive exuberance conspired against any outdoor work. However, for your entertainment (or otherwise) here's a cautionary parody. Any resemblance to 'Space Oddity' (David Bowie, 1969) is coincidental!
"CROWS Control to Checker One!
CROWS Control to Checker One!
Take your way-mark pack and put your wellies on.
CROWS Control to Checker One!
Commencing countdown; job is on.
Check reports and may google drive help you ...
This is CROWS Control to Checker One:You've nearly made the grade
But the depot wants to know which kit you carry.
Now it's time to make a move - don't tarry."
"This is Checker One to CROWS Control!
I'm stepping 'cross the moor
But I'm moving in a most peculiar way
'cos the ground looks so different today -
For here,
Am I, wading in a deep bog
Far above the vale;
Endless moor is goo
And there's nothing I can do!
Although I've passed the final boundary stone
I'm feeling very still
And I think my compass knows not the way to go.
Tell CROWS the wind here bleakly blows ..."
"... CROWS Control to Checker One
Your mobile's dead, there something wrong!
Can you hear me Checker One!
Can you hear me Checker One!
Can you hear me Checker One!
Can you ..." "... Here am I, sinking in the bog
Far above the mist;
Endless moor is goo
And there's nothing I can do! ..."
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Season's greetings from CROWS and special thanks to all who have contributed to our voluntary work. We look forward to 2022 with enthusiasm!
