Just before Bloworth Crossing, you'll walk a short distance along the trackbed of the old mineral railway that connected the old ironstone mines at Rosedale with the blast furnaces of Middlesbrough.

The streets of Guadix are narrow and mispaved and steep, but in the midst of them is the cathedral, solid and ungraceful structure of the eighteenth century.

“Can you hit a hundo?” Dad said, grinning. ¶ “I don't know,” Eddie said. “Seems like a bad idea.”

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