cottage

I miss you, Cardiff Bay.
The clear skies and content times.
The people and the beer.
The lazy days walking back to town,
Stopping at The Cottage for a Brains Dark
And some idle chatter.
Introduced to the locals one by one,
Another Brains.
“That one’s on us, lad.”
“Fan of the Manics, eh?”
“James used to drink in here, you know.”
“Sat right where you are, didn’t he Henry?”
I’ve set them off now,
The stories and the ales are flowing.
Oh Cardiff, I love you,
The air, the grace, the strength.