Gaudete

evening all,

There is a little of 'Withnail and i'  attaching itself to the little cottage in the Northumbrian wilds that I currently occupy.

That is probably unfair, but right now, its very dark, very cold, very isolated and very windy, and due to a 'mix up on the catering front' we seem to be without any form of sustenance either.

Still, on the plus side it looks in the distance that there is the twinkling light of a local hostelry, now if my luck holds true to form there's only one pub in the land it can possibly be:

The hugely welcoming one from "An American Werewolf In London" !

night all


steeleye span