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"The Lord Loveth The Gates of Zion"
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All crisp and white!
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I thought you'd brought the flag!
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Standing proud against the cloud.
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"I can see for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles, Oh yeah"
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Gib Torr rocks.
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Roadside endeavour, Gib Torr.
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Wild foxglove, Gib Torr.
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Roadside Foxgloves.
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Seemingly providing electricity to nowhere.
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Looking towards The Roaches.
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Profile of Gib Tor rocks.
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Top of the rocks.
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Looking towards Wildboarclough.
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The jaws of a rock outcrop.
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Gritstone and other elements.
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Gritstone outcrop.
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Barn in bright light.
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Looking towards Wildboarclough.
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A lonesome subject!
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Looking towards the more fertile lands of Cheshire.
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A lump of gritstone.
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Looking down the Dane.
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The Winking Man at dusk.
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You can speed up now!
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A chill descends on Brandside.
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A subtle autumn sunset.
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Cloud level.
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A Spring glow.
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They don't make 'em like this anymore!
