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			<title>Tales of Yester-Year by David Bevan (1979)</title>
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			<description>Europe on a Gold Wing 



There were curious looks on the faces of the West German border guards as our passports were handed back to us and we headed towards no-man’s land. We traveled through a complexity of barbed wire, tall wire mesh fencing, steel and concrete – towards the East German border. Tall concrete towers with the nozzles of machine guns aimed down at the road, gave one an eerie feeling. From these towers, high-powered binoculars scrutinised each vehicle and its occupants. It  ...</description>
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			<title>Tales From Yester-Year  by David Bevan (1955)</title>
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			<description>&quot;Hair-raising&quot;

It was a boisterous evening. Unremitting rain was being driven horizontally across the bleak landscape. The howling wind found every little crevice and aperture in the building. Inside though was my refuge – it was usually cosy and always snug, and every morning and every evening, in fact everyday, I hand-milked 14 cows. 



This particular evening, treacherous as the weather was - there was an almost dreamlike quality of luminosity striking through the windows. This,  ...</description>
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