5th July 2010, 10:39 PM
deadlylampshade Wrote:mpoole...if you have no sense of smell, why did you go to a lavender farm and sit on a cold hillside all weekend...in a tent? I am sure there is a very logical reason for it, but t seems a bit odd to me...
Work. We travel the hills, dales and smelly places of the land, flogging small objects of desire to the locals. There was a Muddyevil Fayryeryeyre (never can tell when to stop spelling such things, sorry) which was at a lavendar farm. Hence, it was us, a tent, lots of beads and a bit of hey nonny nonny.
Northumberland, eh? It's where I'd live if I had a choice but the boat would be like a fish out of water, or a boat out of water...
We're up in Vindolanda at the end of August, again on a weekend and again working. Does it never end?
Prime practitioner of headology, with a side order of melting glass with a stern glare.