First time I went abroad
Was with the 8th Camberwell Cub Scouts
It was about 1975
There or thereabouts.
For me it seemed so exotic
Going to Boulogne-sur-Mer
For most it was nothing special
But I didn't really care.
It was such an adventure
Going across the Channel in a ship
Not that I can really remember
Bet the night before I had no kip.
Forty years later
You can't hear the sea or a sound
Would you Adam & Eve it
A coach on a train underground!
They call it the Channel Tunnel
An amazing engineering feat
But no matter how impressive
I feel it's a bit of a cheat.
There's still that little kid inside me
Who get a thrill of going on a boat
Gazing at the White Cliffs of Dover
From up deck on my coat.
The town itself may be a shithole
But those cliffs mean that you're home
A legacy left by Vera Lynn
Wherever you may roam.
Dulwich Poet 30th Octoboer 2015
( I wrote this after coming back across the Channel on a coach through the tunnel, and not the more usual coach route of boat)
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