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| Can't beat a little white-boarding... |
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| The Bodging finds a Holwell nook... |
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| Now hang on... Holwell has a Rifle Club, not an Archery Club, surely? Who arrowed the horses, then? |
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| Chairs To Go... |
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| The Rifle Club, not the Rugby Club... |
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| The Holwell Railway Carriage... Love it. |
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| Pleasing on the eye... |
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| Norwich City would be interesting visitors... |
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| Rectangular portholes... |
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| Ah, the East Midlands countryside... |
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| The train rattles through... |
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| "My garden shed, is..." You know the chant. |
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| Dugouts for the football club, or sniper dens for the Rifle Club... |
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| Spying on the Bowls Club... |
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| A shivering long walk to the corner, where the teams warmed up... |
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| The snipers fire at the bowls players through this sight... |
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| Julian Joachim... Villa's fans would sing: "Joachim for England..." until the goals dried up... |
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| Scott Birch has been on the weights again... |
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| Rollers in abundance. Odd that the surface was like a ridged beach at Mawgan Porth... |
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| Atmospheric... |
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| The teams emerge into the cold air... |
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| Let's play 'Spot the Gary Hamson...' |
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| Birch (4) uses headgear to separate his hair from his beard... |
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| His huddle-aversion means that Kirk Francis (right) is late again... |
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| The Man in the Moon attends... |
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| Nice sky 1... |
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| Nice sky 2... |
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| I liked this... |
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