Our midsummer weekend is rapidly approaching…
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“‘Never look back…’ runs the adage. But it is sometimes good to revisit. I mean, we missed some pretty heavy clues which may have saved us some time, last time we were in Dorset. St James with his pilgrim’s hat and staff, for one…”
“One thing I have worked out.”
“Oh, yes?”
“The name of the giant who wears the Seven League Boots.”
“But there are several in the Folk Record aren’t there?”
“Indeed, but I’m talking about the, one and only, truly original, giant.”
“Is that a clue?”
It’s a riddle, and you already have all the clues.”
“I have?”
“Yup, but you evidently need reminding, so…
a league is three miles,
seven threes are twenty one,
and twenty-one miles is
about as far as a man can comfortably walk in one day.”
“These are supposed to be clues to a name?”
“Don’t worry, you’ve still got plenty…
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Sun in Gemini 