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| Swanwick, the home of 'The Delves', where diggings took place; and The Bodging likes the diggings... |
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| Er, this sign suggested that Swanwick would be expert marksmen, but on the night they weren't... |
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| The shack sign... |
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| I followed a sign on a wall telling me the 'Gents' was round the back; the door was locked however and then a very kind female told me it was the 'Ladies' loo anyway. All made perfect sense... |
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| Welcome to the Swanwick Shack... |
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| Landscape... |
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| Shoot too high and it's a long retrieval process... |
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| I want one of these in my back garden... |
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| The two shelters and the two dugouts. Loved the row of ordinary chairs at the front of the near shed, like for the judges of the best cattle at the village show... |
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| The fab Shack... |
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| Adam Jablonski's view. He said he likes my match reports. Yeah, OK, Adam, you played great again... |
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| Not a great view for Hobbits... |
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| Sam Bartram, left, didn't realise that the game would be played on a 5-a-side pitch... |
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| The Swans peel off to wipe other people's sweat from their palms... |
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| Mickleover's huddle is bigger than the centre circle... |
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| Gulliver White reveals the Heights of Abraham, a local attraction which he keeps above his left knee... |
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