There is a bus stop on the West Wycombe /Princes Risborough road just as you take the Princes Risborough road at the Pedestal garage, go under the bridge and it is immediately on the right hand side.
Someone has made the interior homely with cushions and books. Instead of people waiting for buses, there are books waiting for people, hence the Book Stop.
I stop here on my way back on a Sunday 10 miles walk and pin a few poems to the wooden, back wall of the Book Stop.
Here's a poem inspired by Sunday's (10 March) walk. It was bright but very windy.
Memory
Memory decays like this tree. Its dead.
Behind it green and growth with envy new ones appear
Like a forgotten football touchline on sons Sunday's match
Can't recall the score
Like a recommended reading of Hesse or Camus or heartache
Cant turn back the page
Like a forgotten fragrance, fleeting
Cant hold you again
Memory decays cant bring it back.
Tomorrow, begin again refresh, refresh
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