Is Mecannylad just another Townie on a collision course with the countryside? Can he hack it in the bracing air of the fabulous Peak District? Will he survive amongst the farming set and their prize winning friesians? ....... This staunch Geordie carries fond memories from the gritty back streets of 1960`s Tyneside when a Big Mac was nothing more than a raincoat, a joint was only the Sunday roast and going all the way was simply staying on the bus until the terminus.
Stary, stary night ... where the f*** are you ?
In the absence of the right sort of weather conditions, about this time in January some 55 years ago Mecannylad vividly remembers impatience getting the better of me when I trashed my new Xmas present from my parent's by putting a set of old pram wheels on a lovely traditional wooden Alpine sledge.
Boy did I get the s*** knocked out of me by my father.
I tell you .... If the bloody skies don't clear soon that old impetuosity is likely to take hold of me again.
Just watch out for a wheeled telescope of Hubblesque proportions careering around the Peak District.
F*** off clouds will you; Mecannylad has got some serious stargazing to do.