Grockles
Thanks to all those who wished me well for my holiday/vacation and for the highly entertaining Tomato discussion while I was gone. As you might have guessed, Michelle and I went down to the New Forest (her own neck of the woods) for a while and we popped across to Devon for a spot of festival-going and camping at the South Devon coast. Unfortunately, I’m not allowed to discuss where at the South Devon coast we stayed. You see, each conversation we had with a local went something like:
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Them: Hello. Where are you from?
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Us: Cheshire and The New Forest originally. We’re currently living near Newcastle Upon Tyne.
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Them: That’s a long way away… so how did you find this place then?
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Us: Well, we were driving round looking for a campsite and this looked like a nice place to stay.
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Them: Oh. Well you just make you sure you don’t tell anyone about it, OK?. We don’t want too many people round ’ere.
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Us: Erm. OK.
You see, we were Grockles.