Just back from a very pleasant hour indeed taking in a walk along the River Wye just here near my folks' house. The River Wye (well this bit of it) ambles along between Herefordshire and Gloucestershire and is a big old meandering thing as it passes through these parts.
The field you can see currently has corn or some such crop in it, but a few years back it had spuds, some of which were liberated in a daring potato-break back to Bristol by me, Seamus, Bag and Walshy after a summer caper up here in Herefordshire.
A fine, sunny walk today encountering geese, swans, ducks and two bouncy German pointers.
I may now need to recover any lost bodily liquid, an my brother too, so it could be time for an afternoon snifter. And today it is my turn.
4 comments:
meandering is fucking brilliant word!
Glad you liked it! I think if you had been along on the walk you would have 'sneezed your twat off' as you once fantastically described hay fever!
Just off to get dressed then I am doing some fairly closely supervised gardening for the folks.
HaHa!!! Just had a good laugh at that field....
"Now then Baggey, I'd say you'd pull up a potato or two in your time?"...
"No Seamus, I have never stolen potatoes.."
"Ah T.F.! Sure ye have, pass me dat stick der..."
Bag - that's pretty much how it went, wasn't it?!
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