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Spent a day in the hills above Callander doing a great deal of silly riding.
Strange surreal moment: a wooden cut-out of Camelot, which stood on the top of the hill, and looked utterly three-dimensional and realistic, suddenly blew away.
12.00 midnight: whilst soaking in my bath I hear a distant shout. ‘I’m going to bed, but I don’t necessarily have to go to bed alo-o-one.’ It’s Dr Chapman in the passage. He repeats the line three times, like someone selling scrap iron and it recedes along the corridor.
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Strange surreal moment: a wooden cut-out of Camelot, which stood on the top of the hill, and looked utterly three-dimensional and realistic, suddenly blew away.
12.00 midnight: whilst soaking in my bath I hear a distant shout. ‘I’m going to bed, but I don’t necessarily have to go to bed alo-o-one.’ It’s Dr Chapman in the passage. He repeats the line three times, like someone selling scrap iron and it recedes along the corridor.
Monday, May 20th (1974)
Michael Palin - Diaries 1969-1979
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