wayward perambulations around london
I used to use gear in Corams. I would heat the elixer with tufts of wool taken forcibly from the sheep grazing thereabouts, lie back and read WW Druett's Stanmore past and present (first edition, 1937). Beat that film boy!
I think the sheep are still spooked. I can't imagine lying in Coram's Field and thinking of Stanmore though.
You are suggesting I lie?! If it is any consolation I have lain high up on Stanmore Heath dreaming of the windswept heights just south of Oxted Downs and similarly squatted at said site feeling my mind reach across the river valley to Islip Manor and Northwood Hills. Beauty shall be explosive or not at all! Next time you see the Coram Sheep pluck a dry dagg from the animals rump and smoke. It may liberate you from your tepid concerns with Gunnersbury.
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