now...
all i care about is LAST region - Craswall Black Mountains.... hills behind Titley Horrorfordshire..
ohh yes the perfect job un high hills of Beacon Hill, Mid Wales spring 2022 - simply the most glorious setting of all....
except not even the so called country woman - full alcy hiding her empties under the trailers of trash... whist pretending to be all perfect horsey babe
would cooperate just coordinating when she may come and help hang her new gates...
anyway links to add in especially that absurd nouveau Rupert on the wireless yesterdawn
and EVERY SINGLE TIME i put on Farming Today for months the first words i hear are always " the mentul elf of...and here's how we are curing the mentul elf... an hour at our lovely little holistic funny farm workshops we got a big GRANT to roll out...."
https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/schedules/bbc_radio_fourfm/2026-08-01
ONLY taking the most dangerous steps in human history up to two young girls guaranteed to have the feds on speed dial so as to entertain themselves with made up Alligators especially if poor Britolite ones... and daring to begin a REAL conversation
(((oops i am way ahead of the oddessay and its never ending such fabulous fun, i still have about 5 in draft posts half rit a week ago, about morality and her the gorgeous REAl dancer, ever and such a poignant moment, and me)))
but the farmer... i so like him! picked me up in the top atch.... and his wifery
" ehhh... what is it...ehhhhh chinese knotweed.... " lovely old fella and a Dooney one too)
why didn't i take a name of the grands here..... i mean ... not even Europeans could match them, and their wave a few days later from the back of their grands' antique one....
can ever cure you of anything....
NOT including Sally .... of Rhaeder, ehh.... The SMILEY RIDER (" Laura i shall put you in my contacts as smiley rider".. " hewy i like that" ) of Lower titley ....who's job was to pick up the rotting dead sheep with her own lovely hands the most beautiful woman ever known for real..... Helen would get back into their smelly trojan horse, and know she was a loser.... compared to SM's real rural smileyness....
as my 2021-22 photoshoot will one day show...
ehh ohh yes the 25 year old wild shepherdess quadwoman of Beacon Hill belting around that glorious spring up there ....... " i fell off when i was a nipper and mangled my body ... but it kindof recovered ...and learned my lesson to slow down at least one mile an hr and pay more attention..... helmets are for losers.... "
as my 2022 photoshoot of her and her pack of hounds on her quad with her will one day show...
anyway the invasion of fake landbabes that arrived from around 2006 and overwhelmed ....THEIR sisterhood, with their flouncy bags and faked rural pose.. especially Jenny D all she wanted was a bit of LAdy Chatterly with her landsman in the potting shed.. (paid for on Swiss gold )
fabulous selfie photoshoot of her one day....
the fake one ....that destroyed her lovely kids peace and quiet... and minds forever. As some years later thgey did a reverse FAntastic and ran away back to bulliontown..her tail between her legs..
so as so many times "related".. they read some Guardian colour supplement article and decided metoo...
and they would have been ONLY welcomed and appreciated as the actual land long ago was at least three pornhusband damaged lonely men to every one who sytayed such as sally the fine mountain woman dug her land alone no help and had finest organic holistic anti fox measures - built her chickies skyscrapers with her won hands and muscle......
would have been welcomed had it not only been about transplanting their supplement (CLINICLY PROVEN EVEN BY THE BBC AS A TOTAL CON) and purging and detox and aromatherapy and all that endless unholy mumbo jumbo... as how they are going to make 'community' and an ethical living in 'it'...
even if its about conning others who havent stolen enough dosh to relocate into 'it' - the fantasy portrayed in said Guardian.. as whatsername did Annie of up in the woods on ten Fakebook accounts concurrently when i went to do her sweet lovely boho land a decade back...
up all night on them pimping potions why she was so ILL.... and endlessly moaning about her need for even finer homemade potions at fifty quid a tub...
when a good nights sleep would have done most of the trick...and then an actual mere 30km a week in the hills behind her, the rest...
anyway they damaged their landbabe sisters, first.... as their men, once, knew...
and if i die of it i shall attempt to tell their stories one day - the REAl landswimmin....
who were indeed only used as some kind of advertorial pinnups by the sisters that came in...from the swamps.
As i am quite sure i would have, too, if born in Bromley or whatever slum she was from
And without her true genius, to earn a bigger garden....needed to escape ...
but tell the ferkin truth
as the endless lies are so so so ....boring
to be cont
