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Oh to be in England

Neatsfoot oil on the boots, fresh bread out the AGA for sandwiches, the gun safe opened and the old wooden stocks wiped down, the sun is shining, the sky clear and not a breeze to rustle the autumnal leaves. And I'm off shooting English Partridge on the top of the Marlborough Downs, and poor Mr FM is missing it...



Excellent, have a great day!

One would assume that you use the "pure" neatsfoot oil, and not the cheaper, adulterated rubbish.

As for ol' FM, he chose to be a bloated plutocrat, didn't he?

Oh, and that can't be the Marlborough Downs... it's not raining.

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