17 days in the wilderness

That labour of Hercules is completed then mo, have set up camp under the letterbox waiting for the Rich Tea delivery.

What's the next challenge, stop writing "Rangers FTP" when abroad?


Gorgeous sunshine, lovely fragrances emitting from the hedgerows, was a privilege to be out on god's own bicycle this morning. Was even the bonus of a bonfire a few miles from home. Bonfires like tar and creosote are very erotic aromas. (insert weirdo smiley).

There used to be a patch of pure tar (nae chuckies or grit in it) outside my Gran's house.

When it got hot it used to turn into the blackest, shiniest most beautiful stuff you ever saw.

Perfect for poking sticks (and fingers) into

I could never work out why butter was used in the attempt to get it off our hands tho?

This was pre-Swarfega of course