Pine Cone 2: Sequel The numinous adventure of The Pine Cone Story continues ... After a paddle in the sea, and a picnic on a gloriously sunny Sunday afternoon, the weather suddenly turned. The sun was hidden by clouds, the heat became oppressive, the air humid. All seasoned campers will know the tell tale signs that a thunderstorm is on the way, and for us it led to a dilemma. We were planning to drive back to my mother's house in London that night, after a visit to a second graveyard, but the thought of doing so with a damp tent was not appealing. After much pleading on my part, it was agreed to stop off at the second graveyard, in a place called Sturry, very close to Canterbury. By this point the offspring were tired, grumpy, and not nearly as co-operative as they had been earlier in the day. Not co-operative at all, in fact.
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