I realise I've been writing a lot about places which are the traditional subject matter of poets: countryside, gardens, seasons. I aim to return to writing more about people but before I do so, I want to focus on townscapes rather than the natural world.
What more towny than a cafe/restaurant on a wet evening? But to inject a little spark, a mexican restaurant in a midland town. Where I noticed a stack of logs in the window, but no fire. Triangular tequila glasses. Bottles of Desperados - wonderful name for a light beer, clever branding. Red candles, lit and unlit. Glasses of red wine, one of them on my table, thank you. Waitresses in black and red. Mexican hats on the walls, 2 wooden guitars also. Cactus plants, real and healthy and a little threatening.
There's some twigs to form a little fire there, surely?