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Down to Earth His final minutes in this world come to pass after he rounds the road’s bend and passes beneath the shadow of the cantilever bridge, sauntering his way towards his destination of choice. And that destination? Why, his local public house of course, the village’s answer to a hot summer evening. Alcoholic refreshments, raucous company, pretty girls, and if you’re lucky, enough white powder to put Unilever Soapworks out of business! A man with interests such as his shouldn’t pass up the opportunities a Friday night can provide! With the cool murky waters of the canal as his walking companion – a companion he is unable to see thanks to the overgrown greenery that suffuses the canal bank and threatens to comb the concrete of the pavement on which he walks - he breezes past a world of history and beauty; ignorant of the Engineering genius within the bridge’s stanchions... |
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