Goathland


I love this little village

It is in the middle of nowhere

Deep within the moors

A random bus service

Runs four times daily

Or so I am told

Heritage trains also run

From the ornate railway station

Which adds to its charm

However sheep with black faces

And vacant eyes

Follow you everywhere

Shitting where they choose

I am not sure if I approve of this

But am told that I am old fashioned