This is the beautiful village of Turville, between Reading and Marlow, in Buckinghamshire
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A bit of Turville and the graveyard
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The church of Turville
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That I call a beautiful cottage! But see these gate-signs:
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Sounds dangerous
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Sounds cute
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A very cosy little sideroad in Turville
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And the friendly people gave Frodo and Samwise a bed for the night...
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What a perfect place to rest and down a pint of lovely Magners. The Bull and Butchers in Turville.
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If only the stuff wasn't so bloody expensive here... you muggers!
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Let's move on to the beautiful town of Marlow, my former hometown on the banks of the Thames...
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...where the Town Walk leads you past the loo - apparently
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A peaceful place by the river...
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...just like this dreamy one
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Is anyone else confused about the meaning of 'maximum penalty'? Oh boy, this is all sorts of wrong...
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Let's quickly wander down to The Ship. Oh memories... this was my local.
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Oh here we go, there's happy me: cheeeeeeers *gulp*
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In good company of my seriously demented friend and former housemate Dom
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Leaving Marlow behind and heading for the city of Reading (a rhyme!)
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Look at this
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I just can't see enough of these
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It can't get more British: Terraced houses and...
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...a proper English Breakfast, home cooked. Thanks again for that, Nicki!
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This suggests one doesn't have to be bright to run a shop. Who finds the mistake?
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Hobgoblin do not only do Pubs but also a rather nice Ale
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At Royal Mail one still is undecided wether these are bins or letter boxes.
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