In 1965, a Sea Vixen ran into trouble while flying over Flat Tor on Dartmoor. It crashed into a blanket bog, creating a permament pond. Parts of it remain.
I wake up to a new earworm every day. A song enters my head when I’m making the first drink of the day and I can’t stop myself from belting it out.
I’ll attempt to explain what the I DON’T GET OUT MUCH blog is all about. To be honest, I’m not entirely sure myself yet, but we’ll see what happens.