2. W.I.H.E. Festival - Peter Houtzager - Plumpton, England

 "Why I Ate England - 1"

by Dutch Peter


I ate England heart and soul.


I ate the woods, I ate the pubs, I ate and I ate.   All the rambles, all the dogs, up in Scotland, down in Sussex, West in Cornwall, East not so much.


Not the Tories, not the Labour -- they I could not ate. Not the New Haven, not the weird puffing pudding. Not the slugs nor the snails.  They I did not ate.


Fall, Spring, and Summer I ate, Winter not so much.


I ate the pheasant, the venison. I ate best bitter, the crisps, and rain.


Plants I cannot name; neighbours with no shame. The Zinda, the Rose, the ook, and that little weird crispy thing.  Them I ate and ate, by-the-by. But please don't ask me why.



Peter Houtzager standing.




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