A perfect village
set back from the main road
down little windy streets
the perfect little cottages
with the perfect little gardens
like the house that was perfectly squeezed onto a postage-stamp-sized plot
(and then featured on the telly)
like the lady; upstairs
enjoying her perfect view of the river
like the boats in the dry-dock awaiting their relaunch
like the church and the chapel awaiting a Sunday
like the gallery and the teashop and the 'homemade jam for sale'
like the little railway station
like the well stocked village shop for the things they forget
like the electric car
snugly parked in a private bay
safely behind metal gates
and the electric charging points arranged in the tidy public carpark
like the perfect little lane with tiny green cottages
all in a row
leading down to the river
with a view of the sea
all wrapped up in floodgates
to perfectly protect their space
with a claxon to warn them should their river over-top
with the gentley 'lapping' of the water
and a choice of pubs
full with garden offices
sun-trap gazebos
and a number of garden clocks
(like as if time matters here!)
Perfectly English like...
...like tea on the lawn
like walking the dog
like scones and jam
like fish and chips
a Sunday roast
Buckingham Palace
and the tower of Big Ben
...this perfect
English
village!
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