Sue Pertwee-Tyr
Accuphase all the way down
Consider yourself fortunate they may have mistaken your air of general dodderiness as not constituting a credible threat. The UK Nuclear Constabulary is armed.
Nice selection of scran there.Good Friday Elevenses at Sycamore Gap. I was very impressed by the apparent progress, but it turns out I was getting confused with Watford Gap. Still, a handy load of wood for getting a brew on.
Good Friday Elevenses at Sycamore Gap. I was very impressed by the apparent progress, but it turns out I was getting confused with Watford Gap. Still, a handy load of wood for getting a brew on.
Photo © Mike Quinn (cc-by-sa/2.0). Mike also provided the matches in exchange for a couple of slices of baguette and raspberry jam - God’s own breakfast when partnered with salt crystal butter. Although Uncle Marchbanks PLC’s chocolate and sultana cookies run it close.
What "stain" would you be looking for?I was going to say I love a dry stain dyke but that looks like a Roman wall! Delightful scene btw.
Indeed, the Roman wall - the Pennine way runs alongside for a dozen miles or so. According to Wikipedia it could originally have been eight to ten feet across and twelve feet high - and maybe plastered and whitewashed, glowing in the sunlight. Must have been quite impressive!I was going to say I love a dry stain dyke but that looks like a Roman wall! Delightful scene btw.
Is that a baguette in your backpack or are you pleased to see me?500 miles. Andrew Curtis was the member of the Press Corps lucky enough to see our intrepid hero pass that landmark as he walked along the Pennine Way outside the enticingly-named Shitlington Hall. Photo © him (cc-by-sa/2.0)
Up to date map here but annotations and rest of site a bit behind at the moment.
Always pleased to see you of course, and yes, it is a baguette. At the time it was supposed to be functioning as a hatstand. A gentleman always carries a spare trilby, bow tie and tin of moustache wax. Sadly there must have been a rogue gust of wind up in the hills - the trilby is probably now sitting on a yak’s head somewhere in Scandinavia.Is that a baguette in your backpack or are you pleased to see me?
Why I went to Coldstream - a detective story. Warning - even more rambling than usual.
Yes, he definitely sounds like one of us too - descended from a wine merchant, changed his name to keep his wife’s money and property, died after being knocked down by a horse-drawn bus outside his club (not that I’m casting any aspersions…)Excellent as usual. You might want to check out his brother, David, the 1st Baron Marjoribanks.