League of Nations/rust red sandstone beauties
June 3rd 2010 This morning breakfast felt like the League of Nations as we were joined by Owen a retired policeman from New Zealand and his wife Pat. They had moved to NZ many years before and were spending time travelling to Britain to visit family hiring a car and travelling to France for a bit of culture. They ended up in an arguement with the Ozzies who had decided to tell us all that there was no history i
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