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In the bleak mid-winter...

Is't not the season of bare trees, snot drizzled moustaches & freezing churches?
So me thought Members could do with a warming reminder of summer Rambles that are sure to follow...
After all, Pliny says, longissimus dies cito conditur...
... even the longest day soon comes to an end.












The Secretary

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  1. Anonymous11 February 2012 at 01:40

    I've missed you, lads!

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  2. Munro Tweeder-Harris Esq.11 February 2012 at 09:16

    Egad! The Secretary is back... or is she? How do we know it really is him?

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  3. Simeon Turnup-Slack11 February 2012 at 10:20

    The last I heard she was buried beneath an avalanche of books. Shoddily built shelves will do it every time

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  4. Filbert Dentresangle11 February 2012 at 11:16

    I did rather think the Secretary was a beautiful result of a twisted mind!

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  5. Elias the Shovel11 February 2012 at 16:40

    I like winter. Less digging to be done.

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  6. Many Coats11 February 2012 at 16:46

    I'm with Elias. Nothing like a cold walk crunching through the snow and then home to a roaring fire, a great pot of tea and a dusty volume from the shelf. I'm working my way through Dickens at the moment...

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  7. Colonel Hampton (deceased)12 February 2012 at 18:22

    Dash it! The Winter season is a challenge to those members of The Society who are no longer with us. Why, we may be dead, but, by Golly, we feel the cold!

    Huzzah!

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  8. R J Ooooooooooooooooooooooostead (deceased)12 February 2012 at 21:40

    You never met my wife Colonel. As cold as flask tea spilt upon the frost bitten flagstones of a church porch open to the worst of the winter elements. I love being dead. Gives me time to catch up with me reading don't you know. I'm working my way though Dickens at the moment.

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