and for once, not with your sister/cousin…
Frankly, we didn’t go far enough east for that, I think… we did hear banjos from behind some nervous looking sheep at one point, mind you.
The Route
We were just out for a wee jaunt down in the borders – a little “back road bashing”, as the fella says.
One number plate went missing on account of a particularly vicious pothole, and I think another of the lads lost his rectal virginity to another, but besides some light penetration, we all seem to have come out relatively unscathed, if in some need of a drink.
No photos this time – we didn’t get that chance as we were quite literally bashing on.