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:: Tuesday 23 August 2005 ::
WOG MOG LE JOG - DAY 13 LOWER SLAUGHTER TO BATH
The Cotswolds basically looks a lot like this.
And like this, all stone walls of impressive precision and no mortar.
The preferred fuel for the daytrip down to Bath wasStilton, Double Glouscester and Stinking Bishop cheese, all English staples and, as a cheese tragic, I can certainly vouch, stinky and delicious.
Very happy with the fuel, I decided on a little roofless action in the Mog.
To whit, unstudding the studs, unsnipping the snappynubs, peeling back the leather roof, letting the threehoopedroofskeleton drop, and awayyyy we go:
It is atchally easy, even if it does make your face go all wincey as the studs stick a little bit, and the stretchyness of the leather makes everything feel precarious, like the windshield is going to crack off from all the tension, and the snappynubs get a super stuck and will not budge....
But see? Not hard at all.
Now, no pics of beautiful downtown Bath cos I already spent some time there before the whole MOG LE JOG thing, so youse can check back with them pics if youse wish.
Whatever.
But the whole trip to Bath was easy and pretty easy on the eyes too. Top stuff, and once again the Royal Crescent was a perfect setting for afternoon chats with buds.
Top way to end the penultimate day of my trip, even if I was getting a little sad at the prospect of losing my Mog-pal the very next day.
:: WB 2:09 pm [link+] ::
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