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I thought my internet connection had mended itself but it turns out it hasn't so I'm typing this while it's having a moment. Thank goodness for Semagic!
I had a great weekend. We went for a walk in the Cotswolds on Saturday and the weather was lovely. Freezing cold when the sun went in but great when it was out. There were lots of frolicking lambs and we saw two muntjac deer. The walk was out of a book of walks around the Cotswolds and I swear to god, whoever wrote the directions was insane - I'm surprised we didn't end up in a ditch somewhere after about six miles. He was hallucinating gates, raised fuel tanks (!), lines of poplar trees, willow trees, farm equipment... If you were going to write directions for a walk which was going to published in a book, you'd probably want to avoid referencing things like what material the gates were made of, because at some point in the next however many years that the book is floating around, someone may well replace the gate with a wooden one or something equally as dastardly. At many points in the journey we marvelled at instructions such as the one to turn left at the 'tiny green triangle'. The green triangle turned out to be a small bit of grass at a T junction. Very strange.
Ooooh, I think the internet has resurrected itself. Hurrah!
I had a great weekend. We went for a walk in the Cotswolds on Saturday and the weather was lovely. Freezing cold when the sun went in but great when it was out. There were lots of frolicking lambs and we saw two muntjac deer. The walk was out of a book of walks around the Cotswolds and I swear to god, whoever wrote the directions was insane - I'm surprised we didn't end up in a ditch somewhere after about six miles. He was hallucinating gates, raised fuel tanks (!), lines of poplar trees, willow trees, farm equipment... If you were going to write directions for a walk which was going to published in a book, you'd probably want to avoid referencing things like what material the gates were made of, because at some point in the next however many years that the book is floating around, someone may well replace the gate with a wooden one or something equally as dastardly. At many points in the journey we marvelled at instructions such as the one to turn left at the 'tiny green triangle'. The green triangle turned out to be a small bit of grass at a T junction. Very strange.
Ooooh, I think the internet has resurrected itself. Hurrah!