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| − | '''Hambledon''' [http://www.localhistories.org/hambledon.html] is an [[Hampshire]] village, of cricket fame (the game was almost invented there). For those less fond of this game, the village is surrounded by typical views of the countryside in the south of [[England]]. | + | '''Hambledon''' [http://www.hambledon-hants.com/][http://www.localhistories.org/hambledon.html] is an [[Hampshire]] village, of cricket fame (the game was almost invented there). For those less fond of this game, the village is surrounded by typical views of the countryside in the south of [[England]]. |
We [[visited]] the area on [[30 January|30]], [[January (2010)|January]] [[2010|(2010)]]. Ill-equipped with an approximative map, we did not find the historic [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bat_&_Ball_Inn,_Clanfield Bat & Ball Inn], a public house run by the local champions in those times where achievements didn't cut you away from the world, nor even a monument celebrating, again, cricket. We had to retreat in our own, improvised [[Monarch's way]], cutting through fields and forest. | We [[visited]] the area on [[30 January|30]], [[January (2010)|January]] [[2010|(2010)]]. Ill-equipped with an approximative map, we did not find the historic [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bat_&_Ball_Inn,_Clanfield Bat & Ball Inn], a public house run by the local champions in those times where achievements didn't cut you away from the world, nor even a monument celebrating, again, cricket. We had to retreat in our own, improvised [[Monarch's way]], cutting through fields and forest. | ||
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Hambledon [1][2] is an Hampshire village, of cricket fame (the game was almost invented there). For those less fond of this game, the village is surrounded by typical views of the countryside in the south of England.
We visited the area on 30, January (2010). Ill-equipped with an approximative map, we did not find the historic Bat & Ball Inn, a public house run by the local champions in those times where achievements didn't cut you away from the world, nor even a monument celebrating, again, cricket. We had to retreat in our own, improvised Monarch's way, cutting through fields and forest.
St Peter and St Paul.
A British vineyard (but fruitless).
Pipe style on stile.
Hunters in formation.
An escapee.
