warm one s legs by the fire, play a little snooker, enjoy a fine single malt or two, a substantial game meal, maybe another whiskey, perhaps. contemplate the mysteries of the universe under a starry sky. then, to sleep into the arms of morpheus, to rise in the morning as bringer of death. anthony: stephen and adrian keep calling it the hill. but that ain t no hill i ever seen. it s a behemoth. an endless range of behemoths. one mountain giving way to a moor, giving way to another mountain, then more, then more. there might be a hill somewhere in there, but it s probably between mountains. after a five-mile uphill walk. and though i am, to be modest, in the best shape of my life of late, it s a daunting hike.
enjoy this kind of rugged solitude from the comfort of a warm, inviting seventeenth century lodge. warm one s legs by the fire, play a little snooker, enjoy a fine single malt or two, a substantial game meal, maybe another whiskey, perhaps. contemplate the mysteries of the universe under a starry sky. then, to sleep into the arms of morpheus, to rise in the morning as bringer of death. anthony: stephen and adrian keep calling it the hill. but that ain t no hill i ever seen. it s a behemoth. an endless range of behemoths. one mountain giving way to a moor, giving way to another mountain, then more, then more. there might be a hill somewhere in there, but it s probably between mountains. after a five-mile uphill walk.
warm, inviting seventeenth century lodge. warm one s legs by the fire, play a little snooker, enjoy a fine single malt or two, a substantial game meal, maybe another whiskey, perhaps. contemplate the mysteries of the universe under a starry sky. then, to sleep into the arms of morpheus, to rise in the morning as bringer of death. anthony: stephen and adrian keep calling it the hill. but that ain t no hill i ever seen. it s a behemoth. an endless range of behemoths. one mountain giving way to a moor, giving way to another mountain, then more, then more. there might be a hill somewhere in there, but it s probably between mountains. after a five-mile uphill walk.
warm, inviting seventeenth century lodge. warm one s legs by the fire, play a little snooker, enjoy a fine single malt or two, a substantial game meal, maybe another whiskey, perhaps. contemplate the mysteries of the universe under a starry sky. then, to sleep into the arms of morpheus, to rise in the morning as bringer of death. anthony: stephen and adrian keep calling it the hill. but that ain t no hill i ever seen. it s a behemoth. an endless range of behemoths. one mountain giving way to a moor, giving way to another mountain, then more, then more. there might be a hill somewhere in there, but it s probably between mountains. after a five-mile uphill walk. and though i am, to be modest, in the best shape of my life of
solitude from the comfort of a warm, inviting 17th century lodge. warm one s legs by the fire. play a little snooker, enjoy a single malt or two, the substantial game meal, maybe another whiskey perhaps, contemplate the mysteries of the universe under a starry sky and then to sleep into the arms of morpheus, to rise in the morning as bringer of death. stephen and adrian keep calling it the hill, but that ain t no hill i ever seen. it s a behemoth, an endless range of behemoths, one mountain giving way to a moor, then giving way to another mountain then moor, then moor, then moor. there might be a hill in there,