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Dreadful Nonsense

"I've read your blog. it's really funny. you should write a column." - Jon Ronson

The Cottage

The Cottage has been in our family for the last 35 years. I had no idea how fortunate we were to have it. Every time I'm there, I decide I'm never actually going to leave again. I'm well aware that every other member of my extended family feel exactly the same way.


I love the shrimping nets with no actual nets in this photo, along with the Size 7 wellies that I wore most of the week, even though they were so big it was like being 10 years old again and being forced to wear my big brother's boots down to the beach.


He Who Only... loves making fire in the cottage almost more than anything else, and so I didn't get the chance to build them from scratch myself. The wonderful thing about having the open turf fire in the sitting room is the fact that you can lose literal hours just staring at the thing, and telling each other about how much heat is coming out of it, how good a fire it is, how it might need propping up on one side or another, and even begin to consider boiling the kettle above the fire, JUST BECAUSE WE MIGHT BE ABLE TO.

My actual idea of actual heaven:

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