ah - the cows. Actually heifers. We met some Duke of Edinburgh's kids coming the other way and 'warned' them about the heifers. As in scared the holy crap out of them. Great fun.
With their ever-advancing gait and terrifyingly curious nature.And cows! Dont forget the cows!
With their ever-advancing gait and terrifyingly curious nature.
I know a joke about heifers, but dinner is served, so you'll have to wait.
...then they start to cheerfully walk towards you...They stare.....................
Away to sweet Felpham, for Heaven is there
I am going to partake in this pancake flat moonlit ride to the glorious glistening azure sea. I will converse on route to the needy individuals who have specifically requested such eloquent repartee. With the sole intent of provoking the ire of some participants; I will be sporting pink accessories and may even use arm warmers, as is my wont. At the coast I will consume fearsome quantities from the foaming jug of that most delicious brown liquid (other hues are available) so favoured by the scrofulous peasants these rides attract.
In other news, the cottage belonging to William Blake is up for sale.
He could churn out a tidy phrase:-
He also wrote some ditty about Jerusalem but he couldn't have got his O-level Geography, as he places it somewhere in England.
Anyway, it's not a bungalow, so we probably won't stop, although it is on the way, just before we get to the Lobster Pot.