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Yorkshire: God’s own county

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Feet, ankles and then shins sink into the moor’s squelchy mud soup; each step an arduous chore. Hailstones blown by the angry wind sting like spitting fat from desolation’s own chip pan. Gloves and thick woollen coat are soaked to the point of counter-productivity. At least that’s what it’s supposed to be like. Continue Reading

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