Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Whatever floats your boat

Whenever I come across a derelict barn in the fens, I get the sort of frisson that I used to get as an adolescent seeing a pretty girl. Such potential! It cries out for a Barn Owl box. Funny, though, it doesn't work the other way round. I still like pretty girls, but I can't remember getting the hots for old barns when I was a teenager.

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