A few cheeky ciders in the Ardmillan Hotel beer garden, getting bitten to fuck by midges and stung by ravenous wasps (the insects, not White Anglo-Saxon Protestants).
It’s a ritualistic endeavour and that’s my dream for the summer.
A few cheeky ciders in the Ardmillan Hotel beer garden, getting bitten to fuck by midges and stung by ravenous wasps (the insects, not White Anglo-Saxon Protestants).
It’s a ritualistic endeavour and that’s my dream for the summer.
Wanderings and ... wonderings. 