Ribh's D'Coopage

Oh I loved the Ancient Mariner. We studied it at school I think. I used to remember great chunks of it. The only thing that comes to mind now is the imagery of the becalmed ship something about a painted ship upon a painted ocean.
Then I fell in love with Under Milk Wood.
As a teenager I loved a number of Paul Dehn’s anti nuclear war poems.
And for a giggle there is always Ogden Nash.
I am a big Shakespeare fan but weirdly have never read the sonnets.
So, as you can tell, I could very easily spend my afternoons sitting with the chickens reading poetry to them!
Please don't read Shakespear to your chickens. Life is hard enough without having to endure that!
 
Here in the West Country scrumping is still a childhood activity. Lots of tales of scrumpers getting very sick from eating too many cider apples.
I think if the word had been scrumping I would have got it but with scrump I somehow didn’t make the connection.
Isn’t Bristol a bit of a stretch for the West Country?
 

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