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VC -- A Chronicle of Castle Barfield and of the Crimea

Chapter 12 No.12

Word Count: 3038    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

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VC -- A Chronicle of Castle Barfield and of the Crimea
VC -- A Chronicle of Castle Barfield and of the Crimea
“The people of Castle Barfield boast that the middle of their High Street is on a level with the cross of St. Paul's Cathedral. The whole country-side is open, and affords a welcome to storm from whatever corner of the compass it may blow. You have to get right away into the Peak district before you can find anything like an eminence of distinction, though the mild slopes of Quarry-moor and Cline, a few miles to the westward, save the prospect from complete monotony. East, and a trifle to the north, rises Beacon Hargate, on the top whereof one of the innumerable bonfires which warned England of the coming of the Armada hung out its flaming banner in the sight of three counties.”
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