Frogmorton

Things are starting to look in good shape once again at The Floating Log, repairs to the roof have taken longer than expected but the inside of the Inn is now free of dust sheets and the final layers of paint have dried.

A complete clean of all the mugs and plates took several days and many of the old stools and chairs were replaced for new. The new position here at The Floating Log means an awful lot less fetching and carrying and more time spent with the customers. I still have to run a few errands occasionally and it was on one such trip that I ended up in the Green Dragon.

A Journey to Frogmorton

One fine evening in the Shire
A hobbit went collecting logs
To make himself a roaring fire
And roast himself a juicy hog

He made his way deep into woods
Behind him was his trusty dog
But brambles snagged his cloak and hood
His walk became a painful slog

The clouds began to all turn grey
The trees were shrouded in a fog
And soon he found he'd lost his way
In the ever darkening smog