Reflective on his musing bench Sits one nostalgic bear Who casts his mind back many years In contem-plate-ive air. He's had a raft of neighbours Since first this nook he'd found. Can there have been, what, seventeen? No fewer, he'd be bound. The earliest loved alpine plants, The next milked goats she'd reared, Then swings and Wendy house popped up And landscaped ponds appeared. One had babies every year - Ted heard some tittle-tattle 'Midst rumour re paternity Which he dismissed as prattle. Reverting to more recent times, Specifically this season, Affairs at next door's letting cot Are off the scale of reason. The owners, breaking Covid rules That ban their right to roam, Have chosen to drive down and stay. Ted wished they'd sod off home! June Update: They holidayed AGAIN this week. How is that for "bear"-faced cheek?