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Telscombe, April 07

On the South Downs, not far from our house. X marks the spot.

This entry was posted on Saturday, April 28th, 2007 at 7:51 pm and is filed under fatherhood. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

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2 Responses to “Telscombe, April 07”

  1. Ruth + Jo Says:
    April 30th, 2007 at 2:59 pm

    I had some dungarees like that! only they had an orange trim + i used to play that game =) i like rudys hair =)

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