Running to Paradise

As I came over Windy Gap
They threw a halfpenny into my cap.
For I am running to paradise;
And all that I need do is to wish
And somebody puts his hand in the dish
To throw me a bit of salted fish:
And there the king is but as the beggar.

Tomorrow would have been (or is?) WB Yeats 150th birthday.  So, in true Tea Ride style, we shall be on a birthday excursion.  Any preference as to where?  Where’s the Tea Ride’s idea of paradise then?

With our wits about us, listening ears switched on and keeping an eye out over our shoulder for “things” coming up behind us….. we leave the  Rose and Crown at 10am and we are PEDALLING TO PARADISE.

Which basically means “Tea & Cake”.