In a fine pickle.

It's funny how things come back to you.

Today I remembered a plaque I saw many years ago, high up on the wall of a church in Bampton, in Devon.

This is what it says;

                          Bless my iiiiiiiii's,
                          Here he lies,
                          In a fine pickle,
                          Killed by icicle.

Make of that what you will.

Neil Harris
(a don't stop till you drop production)
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