A swedish footballer who had just signed a contract with an Italian club (around 20 years ago) was asked by a journalist if he knew any Italian. His answer was: "I don't even know what spaghetti is called in Italian"
Some posts get a positive reaction, others don't. I think it's pretty much the same for most of us. Not just at Wheeltappers, but all over RMweb.
Regards,
Stefan
I guess it would be difficult to go to the eastern part of Germany without thinking about the cold war. I travelled by train through the GDR to Berlin in 1980 and what's stuck in my mind was the heavy presence of military and police, armed to the teeth with plenty of German Shepards. Didn't see to many smiling faces either.
I find the ocean kind of creepy, unknown and endless. Perhaps what the city dweller feels like in the forrest? The unknown can be difficult. Dogs probably handles this better, they just do their thing.
A night with cloud cover and no moonlight can be a challenge. I have walked off the road (sober), into the ditch a couple of times!
In the south of Sweden it's difficult to loose the glow of towns, just like Essex I guess.