Sounds a bit dramatic, doesn't it? But that's what the sign says. (Not the bit about Moley.)
Attached to the mooring pontoon was a notice written in the local lingo.
On our walk we came across a man in a hi-vis jacket with a long-handled four-pronged device. He had been creeping gently forward amongst fresh molehills on a playing field before coming to a complete standstill.
You’ll take the high road and I’ll take the low road - Or so the song goes. We’re on the move and because it’s a Bank Holiday weekend we’ve had issues booking accommodation. Eventually Jan found two nights ...
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