tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7127717.post6097118211427861183..comments2023-10-18T11:31:18.688+01:00Comments on impossible songs: Darkest Winterimpossible songshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06220130689715302729noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7127717.post-26437096012665505352010-01-04T10:30:43.991+00:002010-01-04T10:30:43.991+00:00We don't really buy things, we just hunt and s...We don't really buy things, we just hunt and skin animals or grow stuff in jam jars then cook over burning logs. In winter we eat splinters from the great piles of sticks we harvested in the autumn. We would skid to the nearest bus stop if we could but the nearest one is in Fife,impossible songshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06220130689715302729noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7127717.post-15204643431529764492010-01-03T21:43:34.081+00:002010-01-03T21:43:34.081+00:00I was wondering how you country folk were getting ...I was wondering how you country folk were getting on out in the sticks. Even we urban sophisticates are finding it hard work to skid to the nearest bus stop so we can go to the sales and buy stuff.Rosiehttp://www.rosiebell.co.uknoreply@blogger.com