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It was impossible to avoid getting the fabric in his mouth. It tasted of corduroy and sweat, which meant he was probably tasting some other guys dead skin. His head was in a bag,...
Monthly Archive: June 2019
Three Men On Tour: 17
Burford, Google tells me, is a “picturesque market town, featuring a row of weavers’ cottages, and a trout farm“. George had already expressed an interest in the trout farm. Harry and I had not....
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George and Harry were hard at work. They had spent three hours, on a morning when the sun was shining and the day was green with possibilities, stuck in George’s back room, lights dimmed...
Three Men On Tour: 16
Burford is referred to by its tourist board as the Gateway to the Cotswolds. Situated on the River Windrush about 20 miles west of Oxford it is, to be fair, a perfect example of...
Three Men On Tour: 15
“A 2CV,“ said Harry as he drove at unsafe speed along a tree lined road. “A bloody 2CV.“ George was sat in the passenger seat, holding shut the fold-out window which constituted climate control....
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I saw you yesterdayYou didn’t see me. You were busy sharing glancesI remembered how we used to beBroken limits. Stolen chances. I stood and watched a whileYou seemed happy. I rememberedHow you used to...
Three Men On Tour: 14
We arrived into Bristol far faster than I would have expected. One moment, George was working on a clue for “mistlethrush“, I was seeking wisdom in pastureland, and Harry was gently drooling onto his...
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