As I come to the end of my time in London, the sightings have lessen in quantity but not quality. Only three days until my Contiki, and the distant land of Europe. 128 more words
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Summer In England
The land was before us and so was the sea.
We are intruders in the wild of stone and tree.
We dwell in our shelters and pine to be free. 61 more words
A motorcyclist has received a jail sentence on Wednesday of almost two years – 21 months – after filming himself riding one-handed on public roads at speeds of more than 300 kilometres-per-hour. 272 more words