N is for Love
N is really for Norway, but I moved there for love.
Reader, I married him.
Monday, 28 May 2012
My heart belongs to: Bonkers Norway.
Yep, round these parts you can sail right up to a sticking out rocky bit and hammer a spike in and just tether your boat like a puppy.
For all I know this may be normal in lots of countries.
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