ice road

Somewhere near the middle of nowhere, out beyond the place that has no name, and just around the corner from Starbucks, lived a small wyrbit by the name of Sproggle. Sproggle had a dog called Doggle, and together they liked walking in the frozen wastes that had once been known as Oxfordshire.

[some nice people stopped to see if i was ok while i was taking this. my bike was on the side of the track on its side. i dunno who was more startled, me or them, when they turned down this small lane! :-)]