Daily Archives: April 14, 2015

Deathly mist driftin’ Daw-lishwards, m’dears

Don’t look too bad, do it? But t’were a darkly time on the number eleven trundling back from the bright Spring sunshine o’ Torquay to the darkling world o’ Dawlish. We were going’ along fine an’ happy like, right up … Continue reading

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