Whatever that means

Some kind of owl


Spent the morning pottering about York a bit and then to the Jorvik viking thing to see some viking stuff. After the excitement of animatronic rats and smelly smells we hit the road to the Forest of Dean.

It was a rough kind of camping so we stopped off at Waitrose in Monmouth for the essential camping supplies: olives, beer, bread and that kind of thing. (And a wee Knockandhu). Tent up, beer open.

Where does the owl come into it, I hear you ask? He was just sitting outside the Jorvik centre in a strictly non-Viking kind of a way. There’s something a little Potterish about the owl and the wee person in the background.


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This entry was posted on August 12, 2011 by in The Bank of Me.
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