You must try and imagine the rolling hills that surround us and the whispering conifers of Badnage Wood beyond, the handful of sheep with their box-fresh lambs, and lichens clinging to slate and branch because the air is soooo clean. And even now, as I write this - past 9.00pm with a part moon part seen through passing clouds - hearing eerie echoey owl sounds that reverberate round the dingle. Each to his own I suppose.
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Wow. I'm impressed
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