There's a rickety little railway
Snaking through the hills
In the biggest of the Balearic Islands.
The young they come to party
And get drunken by the sea
But that's not the sort of holiday
That appeals to Les and me.
For we are people watchers
And we like to sit an see
We like to think we're students of
So today we've been observing
A special breed apart
Those of our compatriots
For whom walking is an Art.......
MAJORCA WALKERS . ( somewhat after John Masfield. )
Weary British walkers with their light-weight walking sticks
Solid and stubborn, with their racy little rucksacks,
Serious socks in serious boots
Tough and true to their working class roots.
Map case neck-hung
Stout hearts strong lungs
Norman Tubb and Marion, life-long companions
Heading for the hostel and their bedtime Horlicks.
Persistent, perspiring, paced by pedometer
Eating up the miles by the striding hour,
Purposeful pedestrians, indefatigable Islanders-
And in Marion's hat is a little pink flower
Big strides, strong strides - must be cracking on strides
Big strides, long strides, lots to see
Sensible shorts with lots of useful pockets
On a safe self-guided walking tour
Surprisingly Majorca is perfect for the walker
Although there is a lot of up and down
Norman is the thinker, Marion's the talker
Chatters as they clatter through the little cobbled town
Norman has a neat moustache
Marion's found a geocache-
They've had a busy day but they're quite tired now
We're relaxing, liking watching all the hiking
Sitting at a table drinking nice cold beer
There are little trams trundling, rocking and rattling
We travelled on a train then got a tram to here;
We love the little trams that amble through the streets
But Norman Tubb and Marion rely upon their feet
Sinews straining, joints complaining
Rucksack straps making shoulders sore
But on they plod now, doggedly perspiring
Walking is rewarding but it can be tiring
We sit at our table and we watch them pass
Now they'll have a chance to rest their feet at last.
Sleep well walkers, have an early night
Back to Gatwick in the morning on a charter flight.
© nigel hallworth 2021