by Lainey Nichols '09
A good night's sleep was had by all, and thank the dear Lord for that —we played a national team this morning. We warmed up on a remote field (on top of a hill) where the shadow of one cloud rolling by directly followed the next and patterned the grass like a green Holstein cow with rotating spots.;
" Uhhharrgh. Pahar. Pft. Take care, my chickens ... weather looks good now, but guess what Wales is known for?! It's hills and it's waHH-err!" Oh, Daivey. Read more...