Culture
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Written by Adrian Mealing
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Friday, 04 January 2008 00:00 |
How grand the land the roll and curve a mist at dawn ‘twill make you swerve o’er Oyster Hill, the gasp of it the mist, blue skies, sun Ledbury lit see Spire and Green and Cutting Club Wyatt’s, chips & beans, Ceci’s, the nub of it is fruit, bikes, cheese. The thought’ll take a page at least of Ledbury Portal Aylton, Putley, Colwall Green and back of gorgeous gals and blinking lads and laughs no lack the Homend whistles, aye, pleasures mortal for these and dozens more we scan the dashing Ledbury Portal
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Last Updated on Friday, 11 January 2008 11:04 |