This lunchtime, I walked with a couple of colleagues to Morrissons. To get there, we trundled along a shared use footpath-and-cyclepath sandwiched between the A33 and the canal. We came back to the office down a bridleway between the sewage treatment works and the tip. Oh yes, we know how to live.
All along the bridleway are sprawling bramble bushes, covered with fat, glossy, tasty brambles. All well above even quite large dog-height.
So, I've washed the chicken salad remnants out of my baitbox. Me, the plastic box and the bike might be taking a slight detour on the way home tonight...
All along the bridleway are sprawling bramble bushes, covered with fat, glossy, tasty brambles. All well above even quite large dog-height.
So, I've washed the chicken salad remnants out of my baitbox. Me, the plastic box and the bike might be taking a slight detour on the way home tonight...
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Date: 2011-08-02 05:50 pm (UTC)Anyway, the northern English often prove to be sensible people (ie similar to the Scots) where this kind of terminology is concerned :)
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Date: 2011-08-03 08:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-03 08:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-03 12:49 pm (UTC)