Totnes, Devon

That crazy coin!
Sat on St James Park station
Just to eat my breakfast
A train pulls in and coin says
Get on!
So I do
Wonder where I'm going
Get off at the next station
Exeter Central
And find myself trapped
(Or at least having to pay a needless pound to exit)
So I travel to St Davids
Get off there
And see that girl I keep bumping into
The friendly one who gives me hugs
Where's she going?
Plymouth
Well might as well go there too
And so I do
Chat all the way
It's lovely
And then two hours in P
Buy Brian Weiss's 'Many Lives, Many Masters'
And travel back to Totnes
The place I thought I might really be bound for
On this Devon-based adventure
I wander the High Street
Very New Agey and hippy
Psychics and womb-workshops everywhere
But nothing happens
Think, oh well
Go sit on a bench by the castle gate
Way away from everyone
And carry on reading Michael Crichton's amazing and wonderful 'Travels'
(Funnily enough, the exact same title and premise I came up with for a book on my trip to Greece
Basically like reading my own autobiography)
And half an hour later
Just about in the dark
A young American comes up
Sees the locked castle
Says hello
And I say, hey man, have a seat, let's chat
(Still in traveller mode, despite in UK)
We chat
He invites me to this pot luck he's going to
We go
Isn't it wonderful, the way things always work out?
And hippies! And New Agers!
And everything's permaculture and veggie
Like -
The way the guy at the end offers out 4 litres of free milk
Asks a room-full of people
Does anybody drink milk?
And no one does
How groovy is that!
Anyway, that self-same guy invites me to his
And I sleep on sheepskin rugs
On the floor of a shed
That he's transforming into a cabin
At the bottom of some artist's garden
Apparently loads of people live like that round here
It's pretty much my dream
To live in a shed
One simple room
And write