We go clay pigeon shooting from time to time at Fyfield about an hour's drive from our home. The first time we took the wrong lane having missed the (rather small) direction sign, just short of the club. We arrived at a farm house and my wife got to ask the way. To her amazement the woman who greeted her was an old friend from her horse riding stable, who she had lost touch with some years ago. (So, we remained there for some while as they chatted).
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Date submitted:Thu, 19 Apr 2018 17:27:29 +0000Coincidence ID:9989