All together now, with pace:
'I'm not a pheasant plucker
I'm a pheasant plucker's son,
And I'm only plucking pheasants
Til the pheasant plucker comes.'
here. There was a time in my adrenaline junkie years when this might have been me paragliding from the slopes of Skiddaw. It looked great fun!
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