Saturday, August 8, 2009

London Edinburgh London 2009 Stories -- Black and White and Wet All Over

A few miles outside the village of St. Neots, we came into a small village with a farm store. I ducked in, picked up a lemonade, a candy bar and a bag of chips. As I paid for the items, one of the storms that had been shadowing us finally moved in, dumping a heavy rain. That's when the newspaper stacked in front of the meat counter caught my eye.

When we got to St. Neots, we were hit by a hail stones, and several of us ducked under a storefront to wait it out. Coincidence? Neots is an anagram for stone.

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