Used to get drunk as teenagers on a golf course – the holes found themselves ‘filled in’ more than once…
Most recently had to go while walking the dog in the local woods this weeknd. No roll, so bracken used for wipe-up and wearing a bright orange t-shirt in sparse bushes didn’t help the camouflage.
And most enjoyably, walking home from town after a few beers, going downhill proved to jog the goods too much and walking through lah-dee-dah territory Stockbridge I dropped em right behind someone’s shiny new Audi and let loose. I really hoped at the time that Tarquin ran round the back of the car to get in the back seats in the morning.
Loads more stories of pooin’ al fresco, its good shit.