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| The Bodging arrives @ Ribbesford Meadows... |
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| And which hymn are we singing? |
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| The secluded entrance... |
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| The grandstand @ Bewdley, which reminded me of a new Gothic ride @ Alton Towers... |
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| The steps... |
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| ...and I WAS made really welcome inside the lounge, after walking up rustic wooden steps and along decking, like I was about to spend a week-end @ Centre Parcs... |
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| Why? Well, you fall into the River Severn... |
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| Well and truly riverside... Saw a heron fly too... Sad I guess... |
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| Grandstand view... |
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| The game never did catch fire though... |
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| A bad omen for Haughmond... |
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| ...the Gents' bog door was locked though. Had to pee behind the hut... |
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| Net-view... |
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| Dugouts in September sunlight... |
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| The spooky Bewdley grandstand... |
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| The hard-working guy with a shovel had been told by a lines-woman to fill holes. He couldn't find them. There had been a misunderstanding: the holes were in the nets... |
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| Resting on a dog-walk, under a spare-pitch's 'dugout'... I liked that. |
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| The official crew... |
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| The M5 delighted me with this slow-moving vehicle on the journey home. Thanks for that... |
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