True Love and High Adventure
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"I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library."

Monday, September 13, 2004
Camping was... mixed. Mainly good weather, beautiful surroundings, nice beer, peace and quiet. But also, high winds, unwelcome visitors in the shape of rats, and (not unconnected to these) no sleep. We left on Saturday night instead of Sunday morning, as I wasn't sure I could face another paranoid night of mysterious rustlings and thumpings. But not without sampling the delicious food at
The Giant's Rest in Wilmington, a pub I intend to visit again as soon as I can a) blag a lift or b) manage to successfully negotiate the erratic public transport links.


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