In my dim and distant past I knew a shepherd in the Cheviots who held a briar pipe constantly in the corner of his mouth. he puffed on it all day (and much of the night during lambin') and he swore by freshly gathered "dottle" (thats sheep s..t to the rest of us) which he collected early morning, crumbilng it while fresh and drying it either in the sun on a selected rock for the purpose, or on top of his old stove. Now I'm not recomending this, but I bet someone will try it before the month is out....
I passed on the opportunity, but then I was quite young, but the temptation has never quite left me...still resisting...
was it 'g o o d ****!'lol
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