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| | Riding North one Summer (Site not responding. Last check: ) |
 | | Ahead, beyond the Three Shire Stone that marked the spot where the boundaries of Lancashire, Cumberland and Westmorland touched, was an inviting ribbon of road twisting down to another meeting of waters. |
 | | The stream of cars, like an endless line of toiling ants, was moving inexorably up to Hard Knott, but nothing seemed to be turning left. |
 | | This way it would take at least twice as long to reach the same point, and I would miss the remains of the Roman fort on Hard Knott - but these were small sacrifices to make if I could escape the traffic. |
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