On Sunday I was traumatised by events I witnessed up at Bridestones.
It was a nice day and I had just returned from a week in Font so, feeling quite battered, I decided to let the little lady take me for a picnic up at Kebs. I got myself sat down below small smart wall and constructed myself a tasty looking camenbert, ham, cherry tomato and salt and vinegar crisps baguette and was just about to take a bite out of this gastrnomic delight when I happened to glance upwards to see...
...a kid taking a shit over the edge of a boulder about 10 feet from me. To make matters worse the child in question seemed to feel that things wern't happening quite fast enough and appeared to be helping things along by hand!! Suffice it to say that the sandwich remained uneaten and I made a hasty retreat with Bridestones forever sullied in my mind...
Can any of your readers beat that?
