In the days of my misspent youth, I lived in rural north Wales and, for a while, hung out with a bunch of pothead pixies. We often used to go for long rambling walks along part of the Offa’s Dyke path, which ran nearby.
For obvious reasons, we used to call it The Acorn Way and our wanderings were often accompanied by a rendition of Gong’s ‘The Oily Way’, with appropriate modification to the original lyrics.
ACORN WAY – it’s not the Milky Way
ACORN WAY – it’s not the only way
ACORN WAY – it’s not the English way