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annwfynI was pottering on the internet today and I found this picture:
My father's house is just past the church. According towildrogue it's practically a town by Somerset standards. According to the occasional Londoners I've dragged out there, it's a back country hick town and they are surprised anyone has even discovered fire out there. There's a church, a supermarket, a lot of pubs and a lot of horses. The entire town is based on the racing industry.
I remember being woken up at 6 am when I was little by the noise of the stable lads shouting to each other as they rode out.
The photo above is another pic - I think it's years old now. That's the road I was brought up on.
No real reason for any of this. Just me putting up some pics somewhere to try and put some pictures to the place I do talk about quite a bit.
My father's house is just past the church. According to
wildrogue it's practically a town by Somerset standards. According to the occasional Londoners I've dragged out there, it's a back country hick town and they are surprised anyone has even discovered fire out there. There's a church, a supermarket, a lot of pubs and a lot of horses. The entire town is based on the racing industry. I remember being woken up at 6 am when I was little by the noise of the stable lads shouting to each other as they rode out.
The photo above is another pic - I think it's years old now. That's the road I was brought up on.
No real reason for any of this. Just me putting up some pics somewhere to try and put some pictures to the place I do talk about quite a bit.
