From the moment I stepped outside the front door this morning I started to feel unwell very unwell! My climate-induced malady only worsened as the London-bound train passed field after field of frostbitten vegetation and, where timber stood rigid in winters embrace - from trackside No-Mans-Land to Deer Park coppice, the feeling of being similarly restrained by the pressure of work made me consider returning immediately from whence I came. Temptation indeed!
Having though refrained from such wholly unacceptable behaviour I have, as a most sensible tonic for so tormented a soul, taken the precaution of re-familiarizing myself with correct installation of Landrover snow chains, as I suspect tomorrows forecast will find Klenchblaize similarly afflicted and, I fear, unable to do more than drive to a Kentish wood in search of therapy from the restorative rays of a marmalade-hued sun that, whilst caressing this irresolute frame, will also find its way into the trigger of my K .22 Hornet foxing rifle!!
Cheers
Having though refrained from such wholly unacceptable behaviour I have, as a most sensible tonic for so tormented a soul, taken the precaution of re-familiarizing myself with correct installation of Landrover snow chains, as I suspect tomorrows forecast will find Klenchblaize similarly afflicted and, I fear, unable to do more than drive to a Kentish wood in search of therapy from the restorative rays of a marmalade-hued sun that, whilst caressing this irresolute frame, will also find its way into the trigger of my K .22 Hornet foxing rifle!!
Cheers