We arrived in Out Sputnik at just after ten

The railway station was quite deserted

Our hotel was just across the road

Honor went straight to our room

Whilst I returned to the station

To check the train times ahead

When I returned Honor was asleep in bed

The window was open and a warm wind

Was filling this poem with mysterious perfumes

This was our sixth visit to Out Sputnik

The previous five had been identical

But I knew that this holiday promised more