Muddled Well

I once headed out into the countryside near the North Sea. After walking for miles and miles I arrived at a lonely beach scattered with flint nodules and breakage. The sea was quiet and peaceful but soon I was thirsting for refreshment. On the trip back I stumbled upon a pair of lovers in the tall reeds and inquired about any local pubs that might be suitable. Their faces were blushed yet they managed to steer me in the direction of a very fine place near the village. On the way I noticed the wind had changed direction and the seabirds were heading to their night nestings. When I arrived at the pub my host plied me with strong ales and kippered veal. I can't remember ever being happier.