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There was this rather fine piece of cast iron though. There were two of these, in fact.
Our wives beckon us to return.
There is a good bus service for those without wheels of their own.
Come to think of it, wheels would be quite handy coming down the mountain.
another day, another fiery sunset. Still, the old adage: Red sky at night, Shepherds delight.
Now where did I leave those sheep.
Mummy horse nurturing her foal.
The view, encore.
This bit is a bit steeper than it looks.
on into a lovely valley. The map tells me that there is a small lake at the end. Whether we have the time and energy to get there is another matter.