As I entered Devon I became a Grockle then as I passed over the Tamar bridge I became an Emmet. I’m sure these were terms of endearment!
I had to change the way I made up my scones from cream first to last, and never ushered the word Pasty. There were a lot of Goons in Cornwall too.
The flag I saw went from green to black and there was one road in and one road back.
I am a townie, busses very five minutes, Local services a plenty. Trains nearby,an airport, hordes of people and noise. The blessing I have is a motorway that takes me away and access some lovely quiet rural areas for peace and quiet and never see a soul all day. I love the countryside and all that goes with it. I appreciate the time I have there. I also have some forest and open spaces within a short walk from where I live. You can have it all.
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