The true charm of pedestrianism does not lie in the walking, or in the scenery, but in the talking. The walking is good to time the movement of the tongue by, and to keep the blood and the brain stirred up and active; the scenery and the woodsy smells are good to bear in upon a man an unconscious and unobtrusive charm and solace to eye and soul and sense; but the supreme pleasure comes from the talk. ~Mark TwainThe scenery and the weather were terrific nonetheless. Lil, Elby and Calfy were delightful companions. The less said about Pig, the better. He spent a little under two hours trying to sodomise a long-suffering and dignified labrador of advanced years.
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Wasn't the morning beautiful? What can I say. Your dog didn't complain, but is that because he is a true gentleman and not because he is gay? Pig is something of a Somerset Redneck, but you knew that surely. Charmed to meet you. It always amazes me how blokes can go somewhere with which they are entirely unfamiliar , stare intensely at a piece of paper covered in random colourful patterns and work out a fine stroll. Great legs.
I am rather sorry to have missed it; next time (July) is a longer, better stay in Somerset.
You lucky Man!
A walk for just a few yards with Lils is a dream come true...
Pig can rule the roost, and obviously had been reading Updike on the way over...
Or Paul Theroux, that's it - Pig is a descendant of a train journey...
I have read Theroux, scrobs, and I can honestly say that he did not come to mind when I watched Pig trying to bugger my splendid old dog.
But I agree that meeting lil was quite satisfactory.
lil, I was hoping that you would think that my orienteering skills required only the briefest of glances at the map.
What a delight it all was.
It doesn't do to rush things TT :-)
Of course you only glanced at the map Idle. Never mastered them myself. In an emergency I can turn them upside down, stop every 50 yards or so to check and generally get there in the end.
Your dog is a credit to his species.
It was lovely to meet you. I particularly appreciated the gin and tea in a thermos.
Calfy says "and he hasn't even mentioned that you are a fat old git who can't get up the hill".
Had it been a cold damp morning, lil, the gin and tea thermos would hav been there. Or possibly the hot bullshot. But avoid adding brandy to tomato soup; you think it will be fine, but it decidedly is not.
Calfy made slightly heavy weather of the hill herself, in those pink ugg boots.....
Calfy's father used to say when we first were courting "The definition of a girl is someone who goes on a walk improperly dressed"
The poor things were mum's UGG boots. My pinstripe wellies are still in Staffs.
Which Batcombe are we talking about here?
Belated Happy Easter!
Batcombe South East Somerset, foxy.
Happy Easter to you too.
pig is a dog...I hope and presume.
Yes, thud. A dog of no fixed parentage, but a dog nevertheless.
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