Moving Ahead Of The Weather
“Grab a shower.” Sheep roaming on the green hills of Mortehoe. Blue sky. Clean, cold wind out of the west. “No offence, mate, but you smell like a Frenchman.” Thus, […]
“Grab a shower.” Sheep roaming on the green hills of Mortehoe. Blue sky. Clean, cold wind out of the west. “No offence, mate, but you smell like a Frenchman.” Thus, […]