I just read the best user name in a US paper:
‘SCROTUS – so called ruler of the united states’
Glad to have escaped without being dragged head first down a hole into mud n sludge with danger of drowning.
Funny thing was … the hut has bunk beds and they all chose to sleep on the lower ones. Ha.
Surprised they didn’t sleep under the lower bunks.
SCROTUS is a funny and clever name, Inty.
The hut has storage heaters too, Tybo, but these are supplemented by two normal radiators in the bathroom (!) and a fakey gas fire in the living room.
We left the athroom door open so the heat got in to the kitchen.
Oh and J1 entertained us by sliding through tight storage shelves in there … the kitchen, that is.
Good to see you back Sleeps.
I’ve never been caving and tbh i’ve never wanted to.But different strokes and all that . 🙂
Very sad to leave there.
I’d like to stay there for a year, meeting the various people who come and go.
It’d be like living in a zoo I’m sure … and I’d be Attenborough or something.
Seems like London is to be battered by heavy rain and thunderstorms.Wonder if ”Doris” is coming back for a second helping.
I had you down more as an excitable Saba Douglas-Hamilton than an Attenborough Sleeps.
Don’t understand it meself but after talking with them (well, some of them) it seems to mainly revolve around the many and hidden pretty sights they can find.
Ta for your concern t’other day re Doris and us being in the van.
We were indoors for the main blast, G was recouperating after doing too much walking the previous day.
We’d gone for a coastal walk of about 3km but when we reached a road we decided enough was enough and we’d get the bus back. Unfortunately that had gone so I stuck out my thumb. The second car stopped for us (I think I confused the first one by being on the wrong side of the road).
A friendly couple from S Wales.
That Fings said you were more like a cross between Vivienne Westwood and Janet Street Porter 🙂
Hope G’s also recovering well and H is flourishing.
You probably all needed to get away and shake away the cob-webs-if you know what i mean-after the stuff that’s been going on.
Off now so nn x
Only after a few jars …………. mebs.
That Fings talks too much.
I could hit the hay too ……………
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