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Saturday 14th May 2005
 
So, it's 00:20. A few dodgy, blurry pictures and then back to our, erm, Travel Inn thing. This is a six second exposure, in case you were wondering.
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This is some kind of tram thing (outside and in). There were two of these, this one pictured here and an open-top one. Oh, in case you were wondering, we're in Beamish now. Beamish is this freaky open-air museum, based around life in the area around 1913 (as we were later to find out, this date was picked as it was the year when coal production around here was at its peak . . . something like that)
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. . . now the memory is all but gone now, but the previous night there were several very distinctive dreams. Now, all I can remember is staring up at the sky with another person. We were watching several layers of dark brown clouds shift around, the nearest of which would form shapes, glide in one direction, stop, change direction, move along, move along . . . all very strange. I think I was watching this from the upper deck of a large ship. Other dreams involved the typical unaided flying around thing . . . nothing special, but no power lines this time (thank god). M**** was also on a ship that night. Not sure if it was the same one.
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Erm . . . where was I? Beamish . . . Beamish. Something about Beamish. My dad says I've been here before, when I was two or three years old. I don't remember this. Beamish might have changed since then. I might have changed. Or both. Hmmmmm. Yeah, so this is the colliery. The last picture, with us in our hard hats, was taken not long before we crawled our way into the coal mine there. That was the best bit.
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You seen this before? Yes, of course you have. Flick back to April 1st. That building, now I know what it is. It's a horse gin, of course. Or a gin gan. Whatever. Horses attached to wooden spokes, turning some kind of spindle thing. God knows why. Who cares? Horse feels like it's doing something. Horse happy.
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