Walking home from school on my own in a thick pea souper, you had to count how many roads you crossed and then count the gates of the houses. I would have to come straight in and blow my nose really hard to get rid of the black, good ole days mmmm!
Gardening on the wild, windy west side of Dartmoor.
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Linda it was wild sorrel or soor dooks as we called them.
Remember when we were young, you shone like the sun...
Walking home from school on my own in a thick pea souper, you had to count how many roads you crossed and then count the gates of the houses. I would have to come straight in and blow my nose really hard to get rid of the black, good ole days mmmm!
Fishy . ..shine on you crazy diamond.