A local ride for local people this time - MuddyPete, Mrs Muddy, Young Muddy, Reg.
WARNING: Viewers suffering from Strigiformophobia may wish to look away now or switch to another channel. This programme is rather heavy on the owls and some viewers may find some scenes disturbing.
We didn't feel very inspired but fancying a bit of mind-expanding world travel we decided to head for the, er, Globe pub (see what we did there?) in the neighbouring town. Sneaked out of town via the canal, then round the sand quarry lake, where we found an owl reclining upon the track in restful repose. He looked like he could do with a drink so we perched him on Pete's rack for the journey to the pub where he immediately hit it off with the pandas.
Up past Totternhoe quarry and into town. The pub's in a, shall we say, quite
cosmopolitan part of town so I nipped in and asked if we could store the bikes in the yard. The bar chap said it was full but we were welcome to take them all into the bar, which was quite bizarre. Then again there was a photo on the wall of a bunch of
motorbikes in the pub so I guess we were no trouble at all.
A pleasant evening of the usual rubbish-speaking ensued and our new-found nocturnally-inclined friend turned out to be quite the chatterbox. Well a bit like vampires they do come to life at night don't they. He was as impressed with the Chocolate Old Peculier as I was, it even had a panda on the pumpclip. He was quite the drinker too - look at those eyes. And he's looking pretty sozzled in that next photo.
Eventually Oswald (that was his name) started to get a bit rowdy and began hooting at everyone's jokes (what else would he do though?), so we took our leave. The MuddyPetes had decided not to bivvy so I had to switch my spot radar on straightaway. After a two-mile long 1-in-40 downhill along the old railway, I rejected the quarry, and a cricket pavilion, and my last-ditch attempt was... not a last ditch as would be customary for a Boner... but a rather salubrious apartment beside the road. Particularly airy and open-plan, the very epitome of modern living really. Oswald was intrigued by the Romanian and Ukrainian number plates next to his bed - perhaps some refugees had kipped here before us?
It was only in the cold hard light of day that I found out that the accommodation had fallen a little short of the promise - somewhat more airy than advertised in as much that parts of the place had collapsed completely right next to my bed

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Since you ask, Oswald is now enjoying his new home on top of our longcase clock at home, next to a cardboard cutout barn-owl, and a
real barn-owl which I found by the road a while ago, totally unblemished other than being rather deceased (he's an ex-barn-owl, gone to meet his maker etc etc etc) and therefore I'd had him stuffed.... I don't think any poor rodents in our house will last long with them keeping their beady eyes open...
I wonder if I might request the "Most Ramshackle Shelter" prize this quarter please Phil?
'Reg'
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