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		<title>Hydrangeas.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[  A final look at the hydrangeas before cutting them to dry. This year, I added more aluminium sulphate, coffee grounds and pine needles to the soil to influence a much bluer colour. I&#8217;ve tried various drying methods over the years, but the one I&#8217;ve found works best with hydrangeas is to cut the flowers when they [...]]]></description>
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		<title>&#8216;A Single Shard.&#8217;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8216;A Single Shard&#8217; &#8211; Linda Sue Park. (Oxford University Press) I had never encountered this charming story before;  it was a gentle, lovely read, that absorbed not only me, but two of my children. It is a novel that sits very firmly in the historical fiction genre, set in a small village on the west coast [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Kelham Island.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Sheffield’s, Kelham Island, was created by the building of a goit, fed from the river Don to serve the water wheels powering the workshops of the area, at the height of its industrial output, when inventions of technologies such as crucible steel gave a cutting edge over other towns. Since that time, it has become [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.stanforth-sharpe.co.uk/?p=2472</link>
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		<title>September.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[    &#8220;September: it was the most beautiful of words, he’d always felt, evoking orange flowers, swallows, and regret.&#8221;                                                                                                   -   Alexander Theroux.  ]]></description>
		<link>http://www.stanforth-sharpe.co.uk/?p=2463</link>
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		<title>Wade&#8217;s Tale.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Long, long ago, in this fair shire, there lived a Saxon chief by the name of Wade. Wade and his wife, Bell, were of giant stock; so huge in stature that no town could contain them, so they made their home on the expanse of the North Yorkshire moorlands. They were kindly rulers, both fine builders, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.stanforth-sharpe.co.uk/?p=2417</link>
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		<title>The Legend Of Heather.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The North Yorkshire moors are my homeland. They are where my heart is and I feel their pull on my life with an emotion that I can’t find words rich enough to describe, especially at this time of year, when the heather is in full bloom. The deeper coloured, &#8216;bell heather,&#8217; comes first, with its [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Friends.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[If I had to say what my favourite meal of all was, I would have no hesitation in answering. There is nothing nicer than homemade bread, still slightly warm from the oven, homemade butter, a slab of Kit Calvert cheese and a russet apple, freshly picked from the orchard. If the whole is conveyed in [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Reflections.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It has been an odd sort of day. Woken up by youngest son, eager to show me his newly acquired skill at  juggling with three neon mice, one of which later lands in my glass of freshly squeezed, orange juice with a hint of cayenne pepper, splattering said liquid over older son’s just-bought-to-impress-the-new –girlfriend t-shirt.  Begonia [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.stanforth-sharpe.co.uk/?p=2347</link>
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		<title>Mam.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[  Muriel Anna. Born August 24, 1917. A birthday tribute to someone who&#8217;s red, calloused hands always spoke more volumes about the way she lived her life than eloquent words ever could and from whom the rarely expressed sentiment, &#8220;Thoo&#8217;ll do,&#8221; was the highest accolade on earth.  ]]></description>
		<link>http://www.stanforth-sharpe.co.uk/?p=2325</link>
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		<title>Flamborough Castle.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[  By 1066, the Normans had arrived in Flamborough, King Harold, who died at the battle of Hastings, had a manor house there and a constabularius was established. In that role, the Constable family arrived from Chester in the twelth century and stayed for four hundred years.  They built their own grand, fortified manor house [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.stanforth-sharpe.co.uk/?p=2305</link>
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