Living off the land 100%
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equationgirl
Respect my existence or expect my resistance
Well, not worried exactly, chances are it will be obviously off after a day or two in the sun, so he's likely to puke on opening it, it will be so bad.
existentialist
Tired and unemotional
More intrigued than worried, TBF...
Yuwipi Woman
Whack-A-Mole Queen
In a deathmatch between Stan's microbes and liver pate microbes, my money is on Stan's.
kebabking
Not a Girly Swot, but I like them....
I was more laughing my cock off than intrigued, TBF...
not-bono-ever
meh
So our very own unshaven soap dodging lidl Livingstone is bussing it to Lisbon with a manky rucksack full of rotting intestines and wretched Iberian beets, his ankles wrapped in fly spotted blood encrusted bandages.
Makes me and my disheveled demeanour look like George clooney at the oscars
Makes me and my disheveled demeanour look like George clooney at the oscars
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Pickman's model
Starry Wisdom
I'm expecting at least one of the jars of rotting meat to explode in his backpack, the broken glass shredding his sleeping bag
Pickman's model
Starry Wisdom
More ken than dr
tim
EXPLODED TIM! (Help me!!!)
I think you overromanticise the wanderings of Stan.
gentlegreen
I hummus, therefore I am ...
Just as well seeing he has no health insurance.
kebabking
Not a Girly Swot, but I like them....
In homage to this thread, I lived off the land today - we took the kids to Bewdley and made a quick win by foraging for ice creams in an ice cream shop, then harvested some chips from the chip shop, and to cultivate provisions for the evening we popped into the bakery for brioche buns, the butcher for burgers, and the little Tesco for salad and mushrooms...
Once we'd got back to our bivouac site, we made a small fire with a convenient gas powered BBQ, cooked our haul of nature, and finished the feast off with some ice cream we found abandoned in our freezer.
Now we're watching Katie Morag on cbeebies.
Once we'd got back to our bivouac site, we made a small fire with a convenient gas powered BBQ, cooked our haul of nature, and finished the feast off with some ice cream we found abandoned in our freezer.
Now we're watching Katie Morag on cbeebies.
existentialist
Tired and unemotional
kebabking
Not a Girly Swot, but I like them....
No walking, I notice
Oh contraire, we walked from the free parking at the high school into town, went up and down the river front a couple of times, mooched up the high street to forage for burgers at the butchers and to take a look at the museum and estate agents, and then walked back to the car park. It's not the Pacific trail, but it's more than some do!
Lovely little town, always stuff going on - lots of arts/cultural/local history events - there was an excellent little market with trinkets and pretty things.
neonwilderness
What would Badgers do?
Rest day?No walking, I notice
kebabking
Not a Girly Swot, but I like them....
Rest day?
Walked about 35km and topped Skiddaw and Blencathra in the lakes yesterday, drove 400 miles the day before, drove 200 miles today.
I'm Ernest fucking Shackleton compared to a certain idle tramp of this parish...
neonwilderness
What would Badgers do?
I've managed about 400m in the Lakes in last day (from the car to the tent pitch at haweswater last night and back again this morning). I'm planning to take tomorrow off just in case
In keeping with the thread I'm currently foraging a takeaway curry
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Starry Wisdom
You're on your way home to the wife? Careful on the tube chuckI've managed about 400m in the Lakes in last day (from the car to the tent pitch at haweswater last night and back again this morning). I'm planning to take tomorrow off just in case
In keeping with the thread I'm currently foraging a takeaway curry
Pickman's model
Starry Wisdom
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equationgirl
Respect my existence or expect my resistance
Still no Stan?
Pickman's model
Starry Wisdom
It's a clue in today's times crossword, 23 down (7, 4)
Waiting till the solution on monday
Back.
Progress... Think I can collect my laptop tomorrow and continue South.
I am trapped in some very strange sort of fantastical reality. Just been treated to a very nice sushi meal (most definitely not off the land 100%) by Two incredibly beautiful, lovely, gorgeous, young women. Thank you to L and R. Valued company. We will undoubtedly meet again. My 'how does the Atlantic affect your life' question is proving to be the best chat up line ever. It is not what I intended, but... Women just look at me with a WTF! Then come back 10 minutes later with a very considered response, and so it goes on...
The reality is I cannot make enough Money in Lisbon to cover the cost of a bed. It is stupidly expensive here in August. A short train ride backwards would be the sensible option, but, hey... I would sooner spend more than I can afford on late night bars and fun, and wake up on a park bench feeling shit. It is the better option.
I am not using drugs. Drinking, but no drugs. The orégano mixed with sugar, baking powder and dried shit wrapped in clingfilm is way over priced here.
If you don-t have anything good to say about a place, say nothing. So... I quite like the colour of the street cleaners uniforms in Lisbon.
That will do for now. Back to cooking and suburban stuff tomorrow. Just need to sell one more sketch.
I AM SERIOUSLY TRAPPED IN A FANTASY. In danger of losing all touch with reality.
Ciao. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Peace and love bros. Peace and love.
Progress... Think I can collect my laptop tomorrow and continue South.
I am trapped in some very strange sort of fantastical reality. Just been treated to a very nice sushi meal (most definitely not off the land 100%) by Two incredibly beautiful, lovely, gorgeous, young women. Thank you to L and R. Valued company. We will undoubtedly meet again. My 'how does the Atlantic affect your life' question is proving to be the best chat up line ever. It is not what I intended, but... Women just look at me with a WTF! Then come back 10 minutes later with a very considered response, and so it goes on...
The reality is I cannot make enough Money in Lisbon to cover the cost of a bed. It is stupidly expensive here in August. A short train ride backwards would be the sensible option, but, hey... I would sooner spend more than I can afford on late night bars and fun, and wake up on a park bench feeling shit. It is the better option.
I am not using drugs. Drinking, but no drugs. The orégano mixed with sugar, baking powder and dried shit wrapped in clingfilm is way over priced here.
If you don-t have anything good to say about a place, say nothing. So... I quite like the colour of the street cleaners uniforms in Lisbon.
That will do for now. Back to cooking and suburban stuff tomorrow. Just need to sell one more sketch.
I AM SERIOUSLY TRAPPED IN A FANTASY. In danger of losing all touch with reality.
Ciao. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Peace and love bros. Peace and love.
cupid_stunt
Chief seagull hater & farmerbarleymow's nemesis.
neonwilderness
What would Badgers do?
cupid_stunt
Chief seagull hater & farmerbarleymow's nemesis.
existentialist
Tired and unemotional
Hands.
cupid_stunt
Chief seagull hater & farmerbarleymow's nemesis.
cupid_stunt
Chief seagull hater & farmerbarleymow's nemesis.
To understand all this one has to meet the...
bimble
floofy
kebabking
Not a Girly Swot, but I like them....
To understand all this one has to meet the...
Palmela Handerson.
