Wednesday 6th August, afternoon, summer camp, Dorset.
A group of people holding hands together in a circle.
Middle-aged Man: ‘Link your hands together
Middle-aged Woman: A circle we will make
Dark-haired Girl: This bond of our friendship
Blond Girl: No power can break
Son: We’ll all join together
Daughter: In one mighty throng
Wife: Should any be weary
Me: We’ll help them along
Middle-aged couple: Should any be weary
Everybody in unison: We’ll help them along!’
The circle breaks and a group photo is taken. Out of the corner of my eye I see a diminutive figure scurrying away, getting smaller and smaller as he dashes off. His tail (yes, tail!) is tucked in between his legs and his face is flustered.
I know I will come across Little Englander again, but for this one time he has been defeated.
Living in a Bilingual World 2 – Little Englander 0 (goal forfeited for ugliness)