6th July 2010, 12:57 AM
mpoole Wrote: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?
Well, that's all a lampshade wanted...a logical answer.
I am at Arbeia for two weeks but will be dragged kicking and screaming to Leicestershire on the dreaded Bank Holiday other wise I would have come and eyed up the small objects of desire! (Told you I like shiney things). Hopefully it is a recce for a permanent move back oop North...the South West is jolly nice but too...soft I think is the word. Still beautiful though...and I have bullfinches in my garden...well not right now, it's a bit dark...
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, Merlot in one hand, Cigar in the other; body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and screaming "WOO HOO, what a ride!