This is probably the last post we will manage before we fly home on Friday. Gill and I have stopped having sensible conversations completely and now simply wander around repeating the phrase "'Blimey, it's the 3rd. December,,,we can't do this in Buxton," So here you have it, a brief rundown of all our recent s'blimey moments...
Having freshly squeezed orange juice every day
Scooting about on the electric bikes in our shorts.....
Riding through eucalyptus forests
Wave watching
Swimming in the sea
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| all wrapped-up against the chill.... |
"'Blimey, it's the 3rd. December,,,we can't do this in Buxton....,"
December in the Peak District, how the hell are we going to cope?
Oh! We almost forgot - we can't do this either i
The daily cortado...
And finally, a word of thanks:
To our selfless benefactors in Darlington (Teachers Pension Fund) - we 're ever so appreciative!
It's not really possible or appropriate to give a big hug to 3.5 tons of metal, but if we could, we would
"THANK YOU MAISY!!!" Pete and Gill yell in unison
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