The Zmurf gets a spongebath outside the Keswick Country House Hotel Peter Fox, a fried of Tom and Dai's- and now all of us- climbs into Lody's passenger seat. Lody's car is from Europe, so I is left hand drive like US Z3s. Outside the hotel, half of us a dressed for sunshine, the other for cooler shadows. Driving south to Grasmere No one warned me about Sarah Nelson's Grasmere Gingerbread. I was thinking, "Gingerbread. Who cares?" when the aroma hit me and wafted me into the little shop. Since 1854, overlooking the little cemetary where Wordworth is buried, this converted schoolhouse has been enticing innocent people to become gingerbread addicts. Good thing they are on the Internet: Sarah Nelson's Grasmere Gingerbread a stop at a "lay by" to pick up more Z3ers We're about 25 now Running clockwise from the south now to there the slate falls off the hills like lava and Kirkstone Galleries, the Slate Shop. Lody displays his remote control Z3 and spare body for crashes, detailed to match his 2.8 He is also wearing "convertible pants". The bottoms zip off to become shorts. These "Dry Stone" walls can go back to Roman times, in this area usually Napoleonic times. The stones stay in place without and sort of cement. Hardknott Pass 25 Z3s pass by this sleeping dog. Now we are really there. Z3s in a long ribbon spanning miles on twisty roads. Kind of interesting, the Zmurf is the only M Roadster and the only colored car on the trip that wouldn't come in the regular box of crayons. o/ The hills are alive.. with the sound of Z3s.../o

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