A daguerreotype of my King Canute party piece, which usually requires a generous measure of Pimm's, a stony shoreline and an incoming tide. Was Knutsford really a corruption of Canute's Ford I generally ask myself in such situations. I am also reminded of the Roman Emperor Gaius Julius Ceasar Augustus (Caligula) who in an apocryphal story, marched his legions up and down a beach for weeks in order to wage war on Neptune and took back with him shells and pebbles as booty from his victorious campaign. I digress...
A question: if life is a struggle, what are your weapons of choice in order to survive?
Good hunting!
Steve
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