Tortoises have the right idea don’t they? Instead of facing the relentless grim grey of winter, they tuck them selves up and nod off until
This is my Walthamstow. Tales, rants and meanderings of a proud resident of E17
Tortoises have the right idea don’t they? Instead of facing the relentless grim grey of winter, they tuck them selves up and nod off until