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Sunday 10th July 2005
When immersed in liquid, a dead sparrow will make a sound like a crying baby.
Hello? Wow - this is interesting. One of my lesser ambitions (there are many) is to create an e-mail containing dozens of statements like, "A cockroach is effectively paralysed for 43 seconds if you sneeze on it during a full moon," or maybe, "Carlos Santana had two toe nails growing on his left big toe," stuff like that, and for that e-mail to be circulated and forwarded en masse as gospel truth. One can dream. |    
I must have written that bit up there in the hours of the morning. Following a bit of sleep, M**** and I did a bit of hoovering and cleaning around (there's always some of this to do). M****'s dad, Mark, came over for the afternoon so, after some coffee, we drove in convey over to Bolton Abbey, so thereabouts. Our first destination was, erm . . . the Devonshire Arms Hotel . . . somewhere near Addingham. We had lunch there and then went for a walk, following the River Wharfe, and ending up at Bolton Abbey. These are what all these pictures are of, you see.
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. . . and more pictures of Bolton Abbey and stuff. It was extremely hot that day and, not having any sun-block, or a sun-hat, I was spending small amounts of time in the sun, and then running to a spot of shade (it paid off - no sun burn). That might explain some of the weird shots. Well, it explains the fourth one from the left in the first set of photos - that was taken from within shade.
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more images . . . after wandering around Bolton Abbey a bit, we went back to the Devonshire Arms (so that was where the picture of the sunglasses occurred, see . . . you might be able to make out the reflection of my camera in those) for one last drink before heading our separate ways . . . Mark in a Lancaster direction, M**** and I in a Leeds direction. I haven't said when any of these pictures were taken. I used to do loads of that. Left to right then: 17:09, 17:10, 17:20, 17:30, 17:34 and 18:37. So there you go.
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