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blues
tortured z by taking him to the blues festival nearby
was a sweet little festival: well behaved dogs allowed: lay back on the grass and slept off a cider as the good blues rolled over
z came back from a desperate (to get away) walk going, 'you never guess what I found in a field!! a real, live ELEPHANT!!'
we insisted on being shown
and realised he had stumbled across a back way into the elephant enclosure at howletts (zoo)
STILL jet lagged and out of sorts