Ascending North to Derbyshire the Antiquarians - pure flat-landers by heritage! - began to feel giddy under influence of the densely bunched contour lines ('hills' as the common folk refer to them!). A form of delirium took hold, and what you are seeing here is that very moment immediately preceding the two of them toppling backwards into the cool, dark waters of the pond - one with an expression of manic surprise; the other, with a serenely bovine look of cud-chewing satisfaction.
Oh the life of the Ragged Rambler! What frolics and japes! What slippery frippery! What larks....
By Jove, you ramblers get up to mighty larks.
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