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From the seat of the Gladstone family pile in Hawarden, looking across the Welsh hills.

Rock spring at Alderley Edge.

Stormy Point on the Edge at Alderley, looking across to the Penines, where I was born.

While picnicking at the docks, my girlfriend paused for dramatic effect in the middle of an oration and then after a storm wings, she no longer held the chunk of pizza she'd been gesticulating with. We watched it fly away with the gull that had snatched it. But this gave me an idea. Immediately I lay down beneath my fair lady and focussed on her hand as she held out further morsels. Although we had to repeat the scene a few more times, we shot the bastard, and what a shot!