Now look friends... if this is not one heck of a grand view, nothing is. And, for a pipe smoker like me, it is absolutely irresistable not to sit down on a spot like this... slowly filling my peace pipe with my favourite "scottish blend". Ahh!... what?... did I hear some crap from a brain washed anti tobacco freak out there, mumbling: - "Smoke free zone!... keep the nature free from ugly smokers!"
Tell you what buster... blended with genuine fine old Scottish whisky, my tobacco is!... and the tobacco is guaranteed pure tobacco!... the only additive is Scottish Whisky!... pure refined nature that is! In fact, the smoke from my pipe is an enrichment to the fragrants from the soil and vegetation around me in this picture...
Yessiree... and not ony that!... During the fifteen minutes I sat there enjoying the scenery with my pipe, a butterfly came by for a sniff, before continuing her daily nectar collection round. And... shortly thereafter, a couple of young rabbits showed up, dancing a Scottish jig for me, before disappearing back into the shrub again, doing what rabbits love doing more than anything else. Smokefree zone my ass!
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