The Aire, the Swale, the Nidd, the Wharfe, and the Ash, the Beech and the Oak. The Jay, the Magpie, the Blackbird and the Wren. The Prince, Tommys, Anywhere. The Dales, the Slieve Mish. Carling, Bushmills. The Bhoys. Accepting that soon I'll be drenched to the bone. My little world.
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