New Bury 1.

I’m lying in bed of a morn, first light.

And I’m thinking.

I’m thinking about the word ‘new’, and I’m trawling for inspiration.

An owl calls in the first light of dawn.

My mind is awash with emptiness.

And then the word ‘Newbury’ pops into my head.

And won’t go away.

I get up, make some tea and try and think of something else – Newcombe, Newquay, New Age Symphony.

But no – my brain just goes in a loop.

Newbury, Newbury, Newbury!

Does this sort of thing happen to anyone else?