Lost In A Time Warp

No tunes. No pictures.
We spent the day in deepest darkest Shropshire looking at trees and ducks and other things peaceful.
At some point a steam train drew in and then drew out again.
I was lost in a timewarp.

Much later I wandered off to a local bar where I watched a punch up.
The lease holder was in the bar at the time. The licensee wasn't.

I'd have thrown the lot of them under the steam train.

Mrs B. informs me that she went to Worcestershire, not Shropshire. Oh well...