All this was fields in them days tho'.
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All this was fields in them days tho'.
Where I was, yes.
Out the front door was exactly the same, straight into fields without crossing a road.
It's the same at your manor now, ya posh cunt!
Fair point. It's probly just a throwback to my childhood.
There's still only one road in Croy...
So Les, did yous actually live in lighthouses then?
Yes - it was quite pleasant really although when I were but a lad at primary school we lived on an island with no electricity. We had a paraffin fridge.
True story!
I'm off to bed - been following the Merkin election and frightening myself with thoughts that the mad lady is but one heart beat away from the Presidency. :fear:
So exotic Les...whatever happened to you? :p
He ran away from the lighthouse to become an accountant.
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I thought Les was 51.
I'm 50.
I remember when my family moved from Philadelphia to a wee tiny village adjacent the Les Cheneaux Islands of Lake Huron here in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan.
We had 640 acres of wild; mixed wood and a large lake.
Driveway was about a half mile long, down a large hill.
Quite a bit of Huck Finn; bamboo fishing poles, making slingshots, catching snakes, etc.
I spent quite a bit of time avoiding severe injury; I was something less than cautious.
Lucky to have survived my childhood, really.