tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107938531564502891.post4511310334431112722..comments2024-03-17T02:41:38.595+00:00Comments on The Ragged Society of Antiquarian Ramblers: I Dream of DorkingThe Ragged Society of Antiquarian Ramblershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14512955306646644472noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107938531564502891.post-88053960679573217442014-08-28T23:38:17.196+01:002014-08-28T23:38:17.196+01:00The poem was about how his daughter had disinherit...The poem was about how his daughter had disinherited him, and tears ran down his cheeks as he recited it. Think NSC.Tom Stephensonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05979590950587415840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107938531564502891.post-21322135114964828562014-08-28T23:07:12.593+01:002014-08-28T23:07:12.593+01:00Marvellous Tom!Marvellous Tom!Munro Tweeder-Harris Esqhttp://munrotweederharris.blogspot.co.uknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6107938531564502891.post-58708887590327713542014-08-28T10:17:00.013+01:002014-08-28T10:17:00.013+01:00I was brought up very near Dorking, and the last t...I was brought up very near Dorking, and the last time I went there (in the late 1960s) I met an old tramp with an upper-class accent who read me a poem in return for a cup of tea and breakfast. He had a bicycle fitted with cardboard panniers, enabling him to ride in the slipstream of large lorries at around 40 miles per hour. This is all true, so your vision of Dorking may not be too far off reality.Tom Stephensonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05979590950587415840noreply@blogger.com