Ramblings of a graying rodent ...
... escaped the eponymous race, grabbed the cheese and headed over the hill, through the wild wood and out into the dappled sunshine ...
... just the green hills, the wild west wind, and the indigenous isolationist attitude ...
... Bliss (mainly) with added internecine parish battles ...
... sat at the breakfast table you realise the contents of the fruit bowl have collectively travelled further in the past month than you will ever do in your entire life ...