Now, I’m not entirely sure why this bloke is seemingly adrift in a punt with his inamorata.
But he seems to have a plan,…
…and by the look of things,…
…it seems to be working just fine.
At which point we cut away and insert an image of the reverse of one of these cards, in case anyone’s getting too hot under the collar,…
…and when we return, those faces radiate contentment, now don’t they? Well, hers does. Him? I’m not convinced. He’s looking a bit crafty to me……
Hang on a minute! What the hell is going on! Where’d she pop up from? And what’s he done with the other one? I think we’ve been lulled into a false sense of security. Could this, in fact, be a tale of intrigue and mystery featuring twin sisters? I think we should be told!
Why the dirty, rotten scoundrel! Hehehe
If you’ll take my advice, there’s nothing so nice as messing about on the river….
Scoundrel indeed! And I shall be singing that bloody song all day now!! This set of cards are actually new to the collection this year – I couldn’t resist them.
lol. They’re a great series, albeit slightly curious as you say.
There are boats made from kits, that’ll reach you in bits…. hum de dum de dum
I wonder if she fell for the old “I have my own boat” line? hahaha
They must be sisters 😉
Theres outboards and inboards and dinghies you sail…
Great little song that, always did like it, especially the line about whirlpools and weirs, that always did make me chuckle
What’s a inamorata, now the computer knows what I was trying to spell, so it is a word and not one you’ve made up snigger.
Lovely post cards very dreamy, peaceful and serene ummm and a little bit of something going on.
Stop sniggering! Really. A little decorum please. Lol! Oh, definitely something going on. Are those sharks in the background………?
Ha ha ha a bit out of there depth I think.
I had to look it up too! Interesting!
Everyone should have one! Well, not everyone…….
Indeed …….. but why not?!! Lol
By the size of his girth he looks like a postal clerk mailing postcards for the troops and he’s stationed about 500 miles behind the front line next door to a very well stocked estaminet; une petit café populaire.
It is definitely not a ‘boat’. I’ve been in bigger bathtubs.
A snake in a punt?
Say this quickly…
Old Mother Ruddy had a rough cut punt,
Not a punt cut rough,
But a rough cut punt…
‘I’m not a pheasant plucker I’m a pheasant plucker’s son, and I’ll be plucking pheasants ’til the pheasant plucking’s done’. Touché!