We have been moored at Wootton Rivers for a few days, absolutely no signal on the dongle but pleasant moorings, apart from the pagan gathering for the summer solstice in the field next to where we moored. I'm sure they are splendid chaps and chapesses but one can only put up with so much drumming.
But on with the tale.
Once at Wootton Rivers we set off on a walk that had enough double entendres to keep Kenneth Williams and Frankie Howerd happy. We went up the lane to
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