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... is taking your bike up onto Leith Hill at half six on a Sunday evening, loafing under a tree with some bread and cheese, beer and book and watching the woodcock flying. I meant to stay out until the nightjars came out, but it got too chilly.
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In my defence, I've got pretty sore ribs from a hard fall a couple of weeks ago. 🙂
Wot no Proust?
wot mouldy cheese ! lol
this is usefull !!!
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that cheese looks well gnarrly
Thought leith hill required a 6" full susser ?
Badger beers are good 🙂
The cheese is Blacksticks Blue. It was delicious, but I was quite glad it was just me eating it... 🙂
I heartily approve of this sort of thing, although you appear to have forgotten the mustard.
Sods law dictates that if I tried that I'd get up there and realise I hadn't brought a bottle opener with me 😯
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Hence the mighty Surly Tuggnut. I had my penknife for the cheese too of course. 🙂
so is that gnot gnearly gnarly
(minor loss of slacker-marks for what appears to be "proper" drink in water bottle* albeit untouched)
*reinstated, plus bonus if it's Pimms
Sounds like a frigging ace way to spend an evening.
bon!
Gnearly?