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Tuesday 5th June 2012
Brock Holes
   
It could be called Brock Hole, it could be called Brockholes, it could be called Brockhole. I'm too lazy even to do the most basic of Google searches to find it. It doesn't really matter anyway. So . . . where we were? At this Brook Hoole place, having a decidedly English picnic. Note I'm wearing a thick jumper. It's cold. It's raining. But - DAMN IT! - we shall have a picnic. The children played around in the park, we went for a walk around the lake, stuff like that. Then I think the four of us went to The Swan for dinner. The sounds about right.
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