THERE is a place dear to our hearts, a place of rocks and mountains liberally swathed in snow. A place where log fires burn bright in the darkness of the night. A place where rugged, craggy men speak in strange, foreign tongues. Oh yes mes amis, I speak of Scotland.
More specifically, we are planning a trip to England's bonny brother, a place that we get to rather rarely. This does present an opportunity to collect goods from the far-flung north (I include the topmost bits of England in this term) without the massive surcharge that a bespoke run up there would generate. Therefore I throw the information out there, in case there are among you those who harbour a desire to have things brought from l'Ecosse to la France. Our next run to the Alps, as insinuated in previous mails, will leave our Dorset lair around 07 March (exact dates to be confirmed shortly, but that's the general idea).
Awa' wi'ye now, and bon ski!
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