Them algae covered stones look slickery, be careful.
That might be glorious in summer but there, oh what a dreary prospect. No wonder the Scots drink iodine (my father’s opinion of Scotch whiskey) – anything to escape that.
Never mind dreary. That day happened to be colder than a witch’s tit. As was every day on that particular trip.
Them algae covered stones look slickery, be careful.
That might be glorious in summer but there, oh what a dreary prospect. No wonder the Scots drink iodine (my father’s opinion of Scotch whiskey) – anything to escape that.
Never mind dreary. That day happened to be colder than a witch’s tit. As was every day on that particular trip.