Just polished off a breakfast fit for three kings. One king couldn’t have done it justice.
Saw one of the circular collections of stones wherein the ancient Britons became hostile. Also crossed the stone slab “Clapper Bridge”.
Diary of a New Zealand Artilleryman, 1917-1919
Just polished off a breakfast fit for three kings. One king couldn’t have done it justice.
Saw one of the circular collections of stones wherein the ancient Britons became hostile. Also crossed the stone slab “Clapper Bridge”.