P2B = stone mofoing zero. Have a picture.
It's the caves at Mole Creek in Tassie. The observant amongst you will note that it is devoid of both moles and a creek.
Truth in advertising...phooey.
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2 comments:
those Gunn-mad taswegians shot all the moles
... they made em into furry cloaks to keep out the cold.
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