In Plymouth I met Tim, Peter & Mark Fish supper, on board before dark The Wet & Windy Crew Trying something new Brittany cycling, a walk in the park
A beautiful day, in Roscoff we docked What could ever go wrong, we mocked Detour number four Tim crashed to the floor His saddle was totally crocked
No coffee for mile after mile Pete’s ‘hanger’ would explode in a while But McCafe was procured A new saddle secured And the faffing just made us all smile
In Bournemouth Pete likes to watch cricket He prefers a reasonable wicket Premier League’s not his bag But his brother’s a drag When he gloats of his season ticket