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| And what number hymn shall we be singing this afternoon? |
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| I kinda like huts... |
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| Crows' feet lines... |
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| My garden shed is... |
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| Barton's Luke Knight loosened a couple of roof tiles from the house on the left with a wild shot. Was he finding work for a mate? |
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| Ah, the bricked grandstand facing the sun... |
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| Garden Walk... |
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| Atmospheric... |
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| Surprised Royston couldn't find a tiny garden shed for Barton Rovers to warm up in... A little squashed there... |
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| ...get a surgeon to do it... |
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| Unusual wooden dugout... |
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| Reminded me of Broadway's grandstand in the Cotswolds... |
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| The Bodging protects himself from the Crows... |
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| Odd view of the main grandstand... |
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