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Got a lift out into the back of beyond, a place near Strines. It's bleak up there -- the eerie sounds of the tubwing echoing over the moorland, with that strange call of theirs. Shad got a little close to one and was surprised by it, as the dumpy thing fled from the heather. There were a number moldenke on dirt racers complaining that the was gate locked to a public bridleway -- I'm sure the Exacid have their reasons, and it was more of an obstacle for me than a barghest, as I made something of a hash of trying to clamber over the fence; not as adept or dextrous as I should be for someone of my age. But an enjoyable outing, out here in the wilds, it's primeval -- you should pay it a visit.

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