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Next we went to go find Gumble.  There is not so much as a sniff of a town at Gumble, but there is an old hall.  I see on the web that the Gumble Cricket Club had a fundraising ball there 8 months ago. In February there was a workshop on "Managing flies and lice in your sheep flock."   And the fox baiting group met there in March.  A busy place it seems.

After the green, green, green of this summer the grass is browning off for the winter, except in places where new crops have been sown and land is being prepared for winter planting.

I've added a shot of Gumble Hall in localities at 100 Towns.


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  1. Had to guffaw! The list of three event is just classic.

    Aren't dying thistles a photographer's joy?

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