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A little bit unsettling, a little bit creepy

The One Hundred Foot Pumping Station

Stones, moss, ivy and lichen

In the pink

Rootstock blossom

Somewhere in West Norfolk

From memory lane

Deserting the nest

Into the shadowlands

Quiet please, batteries being re-charged

Survival rations and hard tack

I got me those old Norfolk Bog Door Blues

Next day dawned

Please have a word with the pheasants

As if by magic

Look into my eyes