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Sunday 13th Mar 2005
 
. . . continued from Saturday night . . . well, it wouldn't be right if there weren't a load of blurry pictures in the early hours of Sunday morning, now would it? I've no idea why I had that light on up there. That diagram on the black-board is M**** trying to explain how to get to Asda. Something about going right at Mike's Carpets and following signs to Pudsey until you hit some roundabout, at which you have to turn around, effectively. You get the idea.
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Guess where I was today? I like the crow in this picture. Well, I think it's a crow. That's what they all sounded like anyway. Erm . . . it was about 16:08 and, yes, we're in Howarth here. It was a rather tortuous journey there. I took us a direct route there, but it was a via a load of nasty 30/40 mph roads through some rather tatty areas at times as well.
 
M**** thought I had taken the wrong route but it was actually correct, as it turned out. I'm sure it's quicker by train though. At one point, this crazy dog kind of loped right in front of our car, seemingly oblivious to any danger it may have faced. Had M**** not braked sharply and had there not been traffic in the opposing lane (allowing evasive maneuvres (?!)), we probably would have hit it, and it was no small dog neither. Not good. But, yeah . . . we got there fine, arriving a few minutes after Liz and Anthony. M**** and I also had Simon and Beccy in our car, you see.
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. . . and then we have various other pictures. This is the parsonage (to the left there). If I was a fan of the works of the various Bronte (sorry - can't be bothered to find a character with two dots above the E) sisters, I might be a bit more excited by all this, but it was pretty nonetheless . . . The parsonage had been converted
  
into some kind of museum thing, where M**** and I sat outside, laughing about something (I think it was the fact that M**** had said to Liz when asked what was up here, "Oh, just some church and gravestones," in a kind of bored/dismissive way) and waiting for the others. Then I took the picture with the tree on the left there (left of the picture, that is), and then I think Simon had a go and then M**** took the one with the, er, white flowers . . . what they called? Snow-drops?
 
. . . and there lots of graves with children buried, and some rather odd gravestones, hence that picture to the left there. I thought there were too many pillows there myself, but hey . . .
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. . . and then some boring pictures of a street somewhere. Oh, it's Howarth again. We had dinner at the Old White Lion and the food was amazing. P'raps one of the best, most richest, sticky toffee puddings I've ever had.
Mmmmmmmmmmm. That to the left there is a picture of M**** and I at the Old White Lion, at exactly 18:19.
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