One of the great things about the Beaker Folk is that, although extremely handy for Junction 13 of the M1, we're also in a really nice rural location. Getting out in the wilds really puts us in touch with our primal nature. The mushroomy smell of mushrooms, the tree-y nature of trees - they all remind us of our natural place in the order of things.
So I have to say, today's foraging for wild garlic was great. We found so much on Aspley Heath that the rangers have slapped a court injunction on us.
In other news, does anyone know where the Allen keys for the window locks have gone? I think we're gonna need them.
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