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Angle
What is the most northerly place in the forty eight contiguous United States? It's a village called Angle Point in the state of Minnesota. You can't even reach it by road from America but you can get there from Canada..
A fellow called "Drifter Dave" from Winnipeg saved us all the trouble. If interested, please check out his video:-
Below you can see the location of Angle Point and the North West Angle district. It came into being because of a mapping error connected with The Treaty of Paris in 1783. Amongst other things, that conference sought to clarify the US-Canada border after The American War of Independence. As you can imagine, in those days some of the existing maps of remote areas were erroneous.
I would love to visit Angle Point but I don't suppose I ever will. Although it's not quite the same , "Drifter Dave" has done the job for us.
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A Turd On The Picnic Rug
Bulldogs have no inhibitions.
It’s one of their less charming of traits
They are not self conscious about anything, unlike Welsh Terriers who will back into a bush in order to have a poo whilst on a walk and who will hesitate politely when offered a morsel of food from a stranger.
Years ago you may remember that Winnie held up the traffic on the village zebra crossing at school pick up time in order to have her bowels well and truly opened and was well known for stealing food out of people’s hands if allowed.
She once stole a Farley’s rusk from the bottom shelf of a baby pram in the churchyard and even forced her entire head into an old lady’s handbag in order to retrieve a discarded polo mint.
One time she even went missing when I had a British telecom workman in and I found her sitting in the passenger seat of his van eating a packet of cheese and onion crisps.
Anyhow, back to this morning and on our morning walk Dorothy spied a group of people preparing a picnic breakfast at the Dyserth Walkway and before I could stop her , had ambled over.
Now before I get berated for not controlling my bulldog here, in my defence, the woman who had just laid one of those tartan, plastic backed picnic rugs on the ground, did welcome Dorothy over with a “Well hello beautiful , are you coming to say hi ?”and being a sociable sort Dorothy nonchalantly walked across the rug to say hello.
I could already see that there was no food on the rug, only a selection of crockery mugs and a Basket so I walked on giving the group a proud smile as they crooned and patted over a smiling Dorothy.
The ooohhhs and arrhhhhs of welcome suddenly changed however to embarrassed laughter, a shriek !! and a panicked no no no no !!!! and I turned quickly to see Dorothy squatting manfully in the the centre of the rug where she was in the final process of laying a very large industrial sized Steaming turd.
She smiled encouragingly to all as it plopped onto the rug like a bucketful of wet cement
The shame
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