tags: Cornwall, friend, holiday, spotty dog
The locals on Helston bowling green persistently tried to get Spotty dog and myself to join them because they needed what they called ‘young-blood’ especially that of ladies. Spotty dog and myself managed to escape with all our own blood before the games ended
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July 14th, 2009
You have to watch these vampire cricketers. Use the stumps as stakes if you get stuck.
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July 14th, 2009
have you packed your white plimsolls and dinky white hat?
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July 15th, 2009
…I played pitch ‘n putt…
Sx
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