My story goes back many years. It was Sunday and we met with friends in Cambridge and we decided to rent a punt and go punting. We went all the way to Grandchester Meadows and stopped for a picnic. It was a great day and the wine was also very good and mellow. I also became mellow. I was chosen to punt back. On the way the pole became stuck in the mud and in trying to retrieve it I walked off the end of the punt! Furthermore I came up with my pipe still in my mouth.!
What is your story of punting?
Saturday, 12 May 2007
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