I reaped the benefits of not having done an early "in praise of roast dinners" by being able to parlay said experience into a number of in praise ofs...
I have managed to repeat the feat by not having done an early "in praise of the Shropshire Hills".
This is very useful when all we do each Sunday is walk and eat.
So, here's to Brown Clee, Shropshire's highest hill, stood alone, well away from the Church Stretton range, and complete with radio masts, toposcope, quarryings, old tramway, great views and thankfully few pregnant sheep.
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About Me
- Gary
- In my twenties I was a failed poet. In my thirties I wrote a book on gambling which was very nearly published. In my forties I wrote a small book about moving from London to Shropshire, which remains unpublished. Into my fifties and the quest continues...
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