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Well done. You remember cat good.
Don't even get a free Ken doll with it either.The mint's not real cake either.
Don't even get a free Ken doll with it either.The mint's not real cake either.
Don't even get a free Ken doll with it either.
What are tarns, then?Waters or Meres. Except for one lake as belboid said up thread
No such place.Cumbria needs to take a long hard look at itself.
Don't be playing your body of water semantic games with me, laddie. Though it was another Welsh kingdom come to think of it.No such place.
There’s also the fact that Snowdon’s shit. (As is scaffolding poke, tbf).
If you’ve ever wanted to trudge up a motorway surrounded by 2bn ill prepared and mournful trumpets before QUEUEING to ascend the shitty cairn at the top, then Snowdon (or scared poke) are your mountains (or obvs, there’s always the FUCKIN TRAIN).
I can’t help but regret that I didn’t attempt the nearly-as-big and entirely deserted whopper just to its east. Which was eyeing me up for the entirety of the (bland) ascent. And my gut instinct is that, in nearly every available circumstance, a country’s second highest peak is likely to make for a far more interesting walk than it’s highest.
Friends of Real LancashireDon't be playing your body of water semantic games with me, laddie. Though it was another Welsh kingdom come to think of it.
I wrote Lancashire first then corrected myself too.
You have observed that it is in Wales; there is no entanglement (at the macro scale).Exactly my point. It's a stupid thing to say. Hence Schrodinger's Mountain.
Oh dear, a faux pas of massif proportions. What ever will I do?You have observed that it is in Wales; there is no entanglement (at the macro scale).
Suitability of metaphor = 0/10.
I think you'll find the mountain is marvellous, but that you dislike the people.There’s also the fact that Snowdon’s shit. (As is scaffolding poke, tbf).
If you’ve ever wanted to trudge up a motorway surrounded by 2bn ill prepared and mournful trumpets before QUEUEING to ascend the shitty cairn at the top, then Snowdon (or scared poke) are your mountains (or obvs, there’s always the FUCKIN TRAIN).
I can’t help but regret that I didn’t attempt the nearly-as-big and entirely deserted whopper just to its east. Which was eyeing me up for the entirety of the (bland) ascent. And my gut instinct is that, in nearly every available circumstance, a country’s second highest peak is likely to make for a far more interesting walk than it’s highest.
There’s also the fact that Snowdon’s shit. (As is scaffolding poke, tbf).
If you’ve ever wanted to trudge up a motorway surrounded by 2bn ill prepared and mournful trumpets before QUEUEING to ascend the shitty cairn at the top, then Snowdon (or scared poke) are your mountains (or obvs, there’s always the FUCKIN TRAIN).
I can’t help but regret that I didn’t attempt the nearly-as-big and entirely deserted whopper just to its east. Which was eyeing me up for the entirety of the (bland) ascent. And my gut instinct is that, in nearly every available circumstance, a country’s second highest peak is likely to make for a far more interesting walk than it’s highest.