When last I wrote, dear readers, I was in the country--in a working farm-cum-B&B in Derbyshire, in fact, surrounded by sheep and gently rolling hills, tucking into fresh scrambled eggs and smoked salmon and making cheerful conversation with our fellow-guests about Shropshire and East Anglia and an exhibit one of them had seen the day before, in
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