Thursday, 25 June 2009
And so, the Magnanimous Seven trundled over a little track in search of Corvus frugilegus. Despite ever-increasing speed round each and every twist in the Crow Road, it appeared to be badly named. There wasn't a single Rook to be found.
I don't remember seeing any aristocrats on the Dukes Pass, either. Or Ducatis, for that matter.
The Scots still have much to learn when it comes to road naming. Except Dermot of Muirhead, and his Amazing 27mm Socket of Joy, of course. He can do no wrong.