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Country House / Undisclosed Location / Devon / 12-May-2004 Groobs.
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written by: Groobs
Bloody hell. I must be bored or something. This
visit is barely worthy of mention, but what’s mine is yours and all that. We
have no plans at all to do a ‘Limited Edition’ or ‘Unseen’
version of [S-P] from which you might view all the doglog that we couldn’t be
arsed to publish the first time around (as is so often the case with products
including ‘unseen’ footage) hence – you poor people get the pleasure of seeing
even the worst of what we have to offer, right from the start. In fact, this
visit was so utterly pap that I’m not even going to take this account
seriously. It wasn’t even good enough to call it a visit. I just found an old
house. And I couldn’t get in because the owner was round the other side of the
building chopping up wood or something. Fair play to him. I yearn for such
simple lifestyle enhancing activity, when faced with my oh-so-urban existence.
Were I lucky enough to own such a place, I might consider digging a small pond,
into which I might launch my Kayak each Sunday morning from the jetty… once
there, it’s a certainty that I would read the papers, surrounded by a haze of
cherrywood pipe-smoke, before returning to the affections of my wives before
breakfast.
The place is overlooking a huge expanse of
fields and a lived-in property is only about twenty metres away. It has a
really weird vibe to it – it just feels like it shouldn’t be there, most
properties of this type are surrounded by expansive gardens and such… this
place is just in the middle of a field basically. I’m sure it’s interesting
enough inside, but it’s obviously owned by the nearby house and looks like it
may be renovated soon, so I turned myself in the direction of home. May I wish
the owner of the building many happy and worthwhile hours, spent renovating and
restoring this magnificent, if slightly misplaced building.