So the Nation of Wales, is a proud Nation, proud of its history it’s heritage. Its poets, writers and thespians.
It has the most stunning scenery; from its towering mountainous ranges to its deepest valleys. Glorious coastlines including one of the best nudist beaches in the U.K. (ahem! details provided on request).
Sadly though it also has some of the dimmest folk this side of Christendom. I mean come on!
I think the signs would have been better providing warnings that.
A) Yes it’s one heck of a trek
B) You will trip and stumble several times on bastard brambles
C) Have fun climbing through the giant hogweed.
Suffice to say I made it.
In and out through a conveniently damaged bathroom window. A few bits of bathroom stuff and pictures
The downstairs rooms, and some HP sauce.
Oh Lordy!
This one was a bit of an enigma! Totally overgrown, Not much dust not much of an odour either. In places lots of cobwebs, not much in the way of wearable clothing. Empty fridge. Empty freezer. Dead flowers, bit of a give away
Vivid colours. The lady of the house liked badminton and union jack panties
Let’s venture upstairs
Thinking someone needs to brush less aggressively
I’ve travelled the world and the seven seas
Dorset too.
Oh Keano’s fucking magic
He wears a magic hat
And when he saw Old Trafford
He said I fancy that
He didn’t sign for Arsenal or Blackburn
Cos they’re shite
He send for Man Utd
Cos they’re fucking dynamite
Keane there’s only one keano