The Bodging swings into Badsey... |
Bridleway: hence the two horses spectating later... |
I climbed out of the trenches: very WW1... |
The Flag and Chair, Badsey's new pub... |
The Royal Worcesters gave up the idea of painting white lines in No Man's Land when they reached the barbed wire... |
Badsey, at last... |
God watches over the Rangers from his tower in the distance... |
Conservatory, or dugout? |
Badsey's Army Assault Course... |
Houses responsible for a few drainage problems. I hate people, don't you? |
Hardly enough cover for a windy, rainy evening... |
This IS Badsey... |
The Directors' seats... |
Undulating pitch leading to a smart copse of trees... Not quite Lye Town. |
Not quite a huddle... |
The Town and the country... |
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