Then I wandered along to North Devon to go on the Lynton-Lynmouth railway.
To cap the day off, I took in a game of footie and afterwards a pint of Old Speckled Hen.
Was my time in some small bush town called Canberra a dream? Were those bouncy animal types and multicoloured skwawking things with wings a vision? Or was I just in Cockington Green, the ACT's number one tourist attraction?!
They love us Pommies so much they build a tourist attraction about us! They can't get enough of us mate, and they admire our skills at cricket too. So England is all idyllic, with village greens, canal boats and friendly yokels. I'm thinking of opening up my own version called Cookworthy Crescent, complete with burning ford escorts, snotty nosed kids who tell you to f**k off, and pram pushing 14 year olds wearing gear from Bits and Bows! (I expect some money for the free plug for Devon's premier Fancy Dress and Fashion Accessory outlet by the way).
So I'm all off to have tea with the vicar, tally ho old chap.
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