The hill at the back of the campsite has been the source of an unusual sound this past couple of weeks: a kind of horn noise, just a few minutes each day at around teatime. First impressions were that it was a didgeridoo, fine for a short while but after that like a swarm of bees in your head. We know, because in Market Harborough we had a guy who played a didgeridoo for hours, and after a few minutes all you wanted was to stuff his didgeridoo up his didgeridoo. But, great relief, we are reliably informed it’s an alpine horn.
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