WW 3rd October 2007


was it me, what did I say, what did he do, was it the cull, am I the last one, will I be there next week, perhaps, I was in the wrong place, at the wrong time, perhaps I was in the right place, at the right time, but where, where, was everybody else, what are they trying to tell me, what should I tell them, perhaps, perhaps I have been wrong, all along, perhaps, perhaps, you really do not have to be there ...

alternatively...
So...where were you all, chaps ?
There was I, awaiting the blare of horns and the blaze of lights as car after car of chums churn up to the new RV near Criptor and.........silence....zilcho. Nada. Not a bloomin' thing. You can't all have been holding The Vintner's hand To Deter The UnGodly at Wine-Will-Travel, surely ? But then..... ...wait...could it be..? Yes ! A car -a blaze of lights coming this way as ......Rupe The Resolute heaves over then horizon. The walk is ON !

The good Doctor and I clank over the hills in thick mist for a couple of hours andb then repair - where else ? - to The Whittty for a restorative pint. Marred just a trifle by the arrival of members of that other collection of Tavistock badge-laden heroes. Deep, deep joy.
He-who-waits-in-the-mist

You really do have to be there ...

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