Apologies for the dilatory posting - stoves have run hot today ... and C-H-M's mind, or what passes for it these days, is a desert (not a dessert - that would be more sustaining). My tired mood seemed matched by the slightly bleak aspect of this Phillpotts 1985 picture of a cutting. Was this Slot City? What does it all mean? Answers on the e-mail, please ...
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