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it was about a year ago yesterday that i took poppy to waylaland’s smithy for the first time, she had one of those love at first sight moment’s back then which you cant blame her for, it is one hell of a place, so I’ve put “yet another” photo album of it on here,

saw this on the back of some Tesco tartes aux fruits,

“well are there any sodding nut’s in there or not”

“thank f**k it’s Friday”

that’s been a long old week, we were going for a wild camp at wayland’s tonight but tyre trouble’s on the van have put rest to that, but still that’s another job done, she had a bulge on the rear tyre that was shaking the gut’s out of her,

two new video’s this week, the first kind of sum’s up drinking Spanish wine in poppy’s sanctuary, and the second “well it sum’s up a dream of mine I’ve had for year’s now i will build that chop” as soon as I’ve rebuilt the van I’ll pick up a quacker z750 or a triumph bonnie and chop it, “red and chrome i think and call her scarlet and other story’s” 

i remember skiving off school one Friday afternoon with a mate to see a film called easy rider back in the seventy’s,

“Like a true nature’s child
We were born, born to be wild
We can climb so high
I never wanna die”

(Dennis lee hopper 17,05,1936 ~29,05,2010)

“I’ll build that chop one day”

sometime’s you think you know people and what their capable of, but this weekend i saw another side of poppy that chilled me to the bone, “yes good people of blogland” I’m talking about

“THE GREAT RADISH MASSACRE”

(how could she do it, she’s known them since they were seed’s) 

“think I’m back on top again after a couple of drop’s around London today” with another thirteen spotted and photographed that put’s my score to forty six now.