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: A Most Glorious Ramble
A Boot Boys Chronicle in the
Tongue of the Bard
Wednesday
9th April 2025
Lo, upon a day most wondrous fair, when April's
breath did warm the earth and chase away the frost'd gloom, brave souls did
gather for a noble venture. Sir Ian of Buchanan, Sir Anthony of Ryan, and Sir Michael
of Bevans, hikers of stout mettle and mirthful spirit, didst lace their boots and
set forth upon the verdant paths of On Side Not *.
The sky, a vast expanse of cerulean hue, did stretch
above like Heaven's own canvas, unmarred by cloud or care.
The sun, in gentle
majesty, cast golden beams upon their way, while the sea, ever constant and
glistening, lay outstretched to the west like a sheet of shimmering glass.
The
salty breeze did kiss their cheeks, and the birds in joyous chorus did
accompany their steps with song.
Oft did they pause to marvel at the views;—yea,
cliffs and coves and ancient stones, all whispering tales of yore.
With each
step, their hearts grew light, and laughter danced as freely as the lambs upon
the hill.
But every quest must find its end, and so they came
at last unto a tavern fair, a haven of rest and revelry. Within, the tankards
did brim with amber delight, and plates did bear meats hearty and fare rich.
With bellies full and spirits high, they did raise their pints and toast the
day: "To friendship, fair skies, and the road beneath our feet!
Thus ended their journey, not with weariness but
with joy, and in their minds did echo the memory of a walk most fine, a day
when the world itself did seem to smile.
Let future days be as this one, and let the Boot
Boys ever walk with mirth, with might, and with mugs well-filled.
Sir Michael
of Bevans
Wednesday
9th April 2025
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Better known these days as Arnside Knott
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