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opportunities for some really great chanter (chat/banter) there imo
I'd like to start the chat by admitting that I don't know what a Rambler's Gate is either
i didn't know a kissing gate was what those things were called
dawned on me as I lay in bed last night. i will never forgive you for this.
shame it's full of pricks
Grew up in a small village and it was fucking boring and shit and the school was too small and it smelt of shit the whole time
they're called nettles
ok, my sun and stars
at least in the Country it's easier to escape them
and it was fucking nuts, especially with sat navs taking you down crazy routes.
Here are two pictures of hellish moments:
with my sister shouting at me to turn round and me shouting how the fuck am I supposed to turn round.
sounds a lovely trip
could easily make a 3-point turn there.
my techie brother in law townied us right up in our Lake District holiday by using a sat nav on a day trip across the other side of the lakes, givin it large on the "don't bother with that map just follow me" and ended up getting us in a fucking hour long queue for a ferry across Windemere!
not sure how you can use a map in a series of enclosed green furrows where nothing has a name that go on for miles.
this was proper rural pal. Toughen up, eh?
jfc imagine even considering this part of the conversation. NOOB
looks a lot like cornwall.
Still have nightmares about being forced to reverse down a 20% hill by a bus then being unable to find the bite.
even if I'm on my own because I'm a wild and crazy guy.
This is now the cycling thread.
Fucking shitloads of cobbles in the German countryside. Felt sick when I went over them. One section was so bad I had to get off. How they do Paris-Roubaix I don't have a fucking clue.