Huddled over the heater, swathed in blankets and listening to the rain rattle on the roof. Were we really swimming in a Dartmoor river only ten days ago?
Well, yes. We were.
Carpe diem, as they say. Which translates as, eat some fish every day.
Thursday, 5 April 2012
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Wish they had learned me some latin at school, did not know that you could catch carp on Dartmoor...
ReplyDeleteIt always happens the week after I've put my winter sweaters away
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