In the summer of 1977 I found myself in a small village not far from Maidstone

It was whilst I was there that I found a pile of paperbacks

On a small table outside of a General Store

I soon found a tired copy of The Stranger by Albert Camus

 

We were in the area as we were picking strawberries

Which was great fun as the summer days were very hot

I can remember being in a tent with my girlfriend Jane

Who was sleeping as she was tired after a long day

For convenience I had propped my book up against her bare bottom

So that I could listen to the Test Match on my small transistor radio

 

 

Strangely enough this small event engraved itself

And I often recall it when I am passing through the area