On a hot sunny Thursday I transported my humans to a picturesque village in the Derbyshire Dales, looked and felt very tranquil but there was a dark history.
But summer had arrived and all was well.
I rocked and rolled all the way home. My humans were playing Fairport Convention songs not as good as Mr B in my opinion.
My human loves this Norman glass, how did they get such strong colours?
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