Literally. You walked down the drive, and about 50 yds on the road and where the thing of sand was kept, for icy hilly roads, there was a steep footpath that took you deep into the woods and down the side of this river. We walked it every day, and never grew tired of it. I never could.
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beautiful!
quite fancy dipping my toes in there, to cool off
hope you had good hols
ps: remember you asked for reading recommendations awhile back on your side bar? try Sarah Dunant's The Birth of Venus
we had more than a good hols. It were bliss. And you know what: the local is for sale, and I am so sorely tempted.
thanks for tip btw. I'll seek it out.
oooh, you a landlord!
(acutally, I find that a slightly scary thought)
(you were referring to a pub, weren't you?)
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