Saturday, 8 September 2007

Grasmere

Although pretty, you have to wonder about a place where they still openly sell gollywogs and people form queues to buy gingerbread. I knew when we got there that the locals suspected me and the boy of harbouring independent or (worse) liberal thoughts. We managed to escape but I swear I caught a glimpse of a flaming torch weilding mob in my rear view mirror chanting "burn 'em, they be witches!"


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