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I was inundated with requests (okay, three, including Buster the bulldog) for a view of the outside of yesterday's deserted farmhouse. So, without further ado, here it is . . . a lonely, barren pile, 100 meters of thick cloying mud away from the road. The gunge dragged at my feet as I moved in for a close-up but I was prepared - unlike yesterday when my shoes resembled a clod of mud at the bottom of my feet - wearing more suitable footwear (shoes wrapped in plastic bags - fortunately no one was looking/laughing apart from Jools) . . . the post-nuclear Photoshop lighting was added later in tribute to the mud . . .

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