I thought 'There'll be a fair few people clicking this link to see if there's a new hanger in their neighbourhood'
I spent about ten years living in Wakefield but I've hopped over the Pennines to my Lancashire home, you'll have heard of that place Drew, it's the one where 'the grass is always greener'
Luxury,
There was 150 of us living in a net hammock. We 'ad a wet copy of t'Yorkshire Post as top quilt and mother would make each of us take turn as t'trees, holding whoopie slings made out of me fathers boot laces in our teeth so we'd have 'ands free to hold a torn piece of lino as what did for a tarp.
Well I say net hammock, it were more a couple of strands of barbed wire my dear old Grandmother had knitted together, but it were a hammock to us.
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