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Heels 1969

Spaniard Grass We Salute You

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Spaniard Grass We Salute You

"one who knows"

This botanical freak is so called because it has oft reminded the unwary tramper of old Spain; of the spikes of the piquadors, of the razor-sword of the Toreador and of the menacing points of the bulls' horns.

In the mild Summer month of February around Vosseler Hut, somebody standing silently, can see a tramper go out into the tussock at night to heed the call of 'that bitch' Mother Nature. You can see him squat down in the dark on on unseen Spaniard Grass and know that he has felt every Toreadors' sword every piquadors' spike, every bulls' horn in the whole of bloody Spain.

And after he has screamed out in agony and plunged with haste to a new retreat you may even hear from the hut, if you listen very carefully, the cries of his delighted mates . . . . A mirthful Ole.