Old Uncle Tom Cobleigh and all.
...perhaps you have to be from Devon to appreciate this, but when a group of kids from the Ban Nana Orphanage (wearing yellow but perhaps unaware of the bad pun running through my head) turned up unannounced the other day for an ele ride the pictures I took pricked something in the back of my tribal memory.
I knew I'd seen that picture before somewhere.
...grey we may be, but luckily that's where the resemblance to Mr Pearce' nag ends.
Though I always fancied an ele that knows her way home may be a fair goer's best friend, especially now with rising fuel prices, in Nepal they used to tell of the 'good old days' when the mahouts would sneak out of the park at dusk to drink with the village girls relying on the eles to find their way home under cover of darkness.
Here's to the good old days.
PS. For non-Devonians with no idea what I'm talking about, please see here.
I knew I'd seen that picture before somewhere.
...grey we may be, but luckily that's where the resemblance to Mr Pearce' nag ends.
Though I always fancied an ele that knows her way home may be a fair goer's best friend, especially now with rising fuel prices, in Nepal they used to tell of the 'good old days' when the mahouts would sneak out of the park at dusk to drink with the village girls relying on the eles to find their way home under cover of darkness.
Here's to the good old days.
PS. For non-Devonians with no idea what I'm talking about, please see here.
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