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Our first stop was the Merrie Lion in Fenny Compton where we
were made very welcome.
There we danced Speed the Plough 'backwards' - or at least all the
caps were backwards.
You can just make out the parade of delightful shorts and see
how silly the bell-pads look on bare legs.
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Our customary 'big band' for Speed the Plough was further
augmented by Doug on cycle bell.
Funnily enough, it sounded great because it played a note pretty
close to a 'G' (obviously tuned by a melodeon player).
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After a pleasant lunch stop at the Butcher's Arms, Farnborough, we
were instructed to make for the Burton Dassett Hills near Northend.
Here we were amazed to find a picnic tea ready for us with
cucumber sandwiches (without the crusts), homemade cakes and lashings of
Earl Grey or Darjeeling to wash it down. Magnificent!
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In this close-up, you can plainly see the china teapot and
the Squire preparing to slice up the cakes.
Just out of shot is our solid-fuel 'Kelly Kettle' being used to bring
the water to the boil in double-quick time.
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Mike couldn't resist the temptation of climbing to the top
of this tower (once the site of post-mill) and our Squire is seen
trying to join him.
He said that going up didn't look too bad but he couldn't see how
he could get down!
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Even without climbing the tower, the views from the hill are
tremendous.
Here we are looking westwards towards the Malvern Hills.
Someone was heard to utter the words, "One day, my son, all this
could be yours".
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