And in to the Shire of Burbage yesterday i did welcome the Chuckle Brothers aka the Brothers-From-A-Different-Mother aka @jcxplore and @bencooper_bc1
And onwards we did march and we spake in fluent Northern tongues. Pet. I did showeth them mine deer herd. Into the woodlands we did venture and i presented unto them some poop d’ Long Eared Owl which we did rub under our arms to ward off evil, illness and Reform voters.
On and on we did go until two golden bags we had filled (with acoustic recording units which had been in the woodland several weeks as part of a nightjar monitoring project).
And when all such treasures had been found we did rejoiceth out loud about how it girdles ones loins to be out with your marras ont’ moors in the sunshine having a canny bit of banter. To our chariots we did then returneth accompanied by our harpist who did serenade us with the well known karaoke number ‘Les Courses de Blaydon’.
