It wasn’t the West Indies jerk chicken
Or the October birthday marker
Although that played a part
Especially when followed by
The nitrogen enhanced ice-cream
We had walked through the park
Then alongside the canal
Until we reached the outpost
Of the nation’s capital city
Where the glass asks us to reach for the sky
It wasn’t the ride
Out to our boat hotel
On the edge of the financial quarter
Where buildings are deserted
At both ends of the day
We had travelled from the north
To meet with friends and children
Or just to be together
Visiting galleries and museums
To wash ourselves in beauty
It wasn’t the Italian restaurant
By the lights at Piccadilly
Although that plays a part
Especially the shared tapas style
And the £37-00 glass of Barolo
