Monday night we camped at Laceby, ten miles southwest of Grimsby, at a carp fishery with a field for tents. I shared the van with Tebay, Jackie the small tent with Jasper. In the morning I emerged from the shower block to see Jackie dancing across the grass, waving her phone.
Julian Assange has been freed!
Such news called for celebration. And what better place than Grimsby Fish Docks?
Unless I’m mistaken, the sign in the small window to the left of Steve is a play on the German word, gemeinschaft
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