I was gaggin to play with my new gizmo and so I programmed in a destination and route from my Ordnance Survey Memory-maps and set off to my destination using precise latitude and longitude coordinates.
After a tough and stressful trek guided exactly to my destination by my trusty new toy I collapsed exhausted.
Unfortunately however I was soon approached by a group of enquiring and somewhat vocal young natives asking in the local dialect "Ho big man wits that ye've goat, huv ye awny sper change fur some bucky big man?".
Fortunately I had studied this quaint and ancient language and replied "piss aff ya wee shites or ah'll gie ye's aw a polecrusher" and they soon went on their way but only after they tried to cast doubt on my parental lineage.
Think next time I go to that same inhospitable terrain I might attract less attention with the locals if I leave the bobble hat, tent and rations for 10 days back in the house and travel light.
Still, it was a nice wee 20 minute walk to the fields up by my house and the GPS worked a treat.
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