During the early months of our relationship
Jane and I travelled to the Medway Valley
To harvest strawberries in England’s garden
That said we limited our time in the fields
As apart from the frequent strawberry battles
The work could be tedious and very tiring
But to me it was something rather exciting
As I had discovered my personal Shoreham
It was a summer of long walks and milk machines
Of cream teas and lazy hours under trees
During my time there I purchased a paperback
From a grocers shop not far from the railway station
The Stranger by Albert Camus was an odd choice
But my selection was limited to the extreme
I can recall reading it in the furnace fields
As Jane drifted in the warm breezes next to me
We often visit our memories on hot July days
But never really create the music of our recent past