You made it over the mountains after all. That's great news. We'll keep your secret location of course. Lest there be a major clog on those same mountain roads. For, as the heart rending mass of seaside sweethearts and unrequited lovers might well attempt to follow your trail of empty Thames Embankment wine bottles.
Add that unruly bunch to the regular traffic and all the guitar groupies who are missing you too and no one will be going anywhere but in circles up in the Pembrokeshire highlands.
Unfortunately, Olga was recently seen wearing hiking boots and Lederhosen. She was putting a red feather (of course it was red) in her Tyrolean hat. She was last seen on a steep mountain drenching the path with tears, speedly heading your way. I'd venture an informed guess the social activity in the Peaks Dist is about to be livened up.
No, and I resent the suggestion I might have pointed the way myself. No indeed. Someone from the pub had places a hand painted sign on the front lawn of your beach house indicating the way to your intended destination. Clever that. However it does kinda make our plan for secrecy rather moot.
Propane? That sure beats the two-rodent caged drive in my old XP. You don't have to feed or clean up behind propane. Giving your old computer to a friend is a very kind gesture indeed. IMHO it is far too dangerous to have an XP connected to the Internet these days. So I had to release the 2 rodents and rig up a kind or windmill / electric fan drive. That worked well until the cat got too close and nearly lost her tail in the fan.
Propane drive? That's such a great idea. But how do you get the propane to go up the cord?
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