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The vicarage stands swathed in trees beside the road. Large, solid and foursquare, its back to the winds that sweep down from Honister unchecked. If you could guarantee the living in Borrowdale it would be worth taking the cloth in the Church of England.

Behind the Vicarage stands the camp field where brave souls emerge from little tents. Huddled round small stoves cooking breakfast to fortify them for the day's battle with the mountains. The cool air, so crisp and clean that you involuntarily take deeper breaths to clear out the city grime.
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