Lately I've been overcome with a dream to build a pier on the weir just a stumble down the road from my homeland.
I would ride my bike down, with a cushion and a book in its basket, and laze about with one foot dangling in the water.
I would walk along hand-in-hand with a friend and then cheekily push them off before diving in myself.
I would strap a kayak to the top of my car, mosey on down and carefully plop it in the water - jumping in for an afternoon glide.
I would pack a picnic basket with gooey cheeses, champagne and a sounddock and listen to Fleet
Foxes at dusk.
I would, truly I would.
If I build it, will you come?
