Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Friday, 2 May 2008
Hillion peninsular, out with Gillian and Barley
Black dog and cream, in a cheerful truce, flow down the cliffside steps made from railway sleepers. Three hours walking, salty and smelly, happy as sand-pigs, time to go home.
3 comments:
I don't know what a sand-pig is, but I like the alliteration of that with "salty" and "smelly."
we all had a good time, but some of us came home smellier than others...
I don't know what a sand-pig is either, I just like the expression, which seemed quite apt!
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