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It was perlmonger's twelvtieth birthday yesterday - i asked him if there was anything he wanted to do, and he said "not really". So we skived the day off to go National Trusting.

We started off going over Burrington Coombe (behind a horse box) to Cheddar, and thence down the gorge (behind a coach) to Glastonbury, where we had a mooch around all the fey ( Read more... )