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My over riding memory of my time there was the outside toilet. All the cottages had one and each night the man of the house, undercover of darkness would dig a hole and empty the contents of the kludge as it was known into it. Oh and we got water from a tank fed from a stream and one day when no water came out of the taps we went to see what the problem was. The blockage turned out to be a dead and decaying deer. Not long after that we moved again. |
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