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February 13, 2013

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Sheddie

I used to visit my Grandmother in Consett on occasion during my youth (late 50s & 60s). Looking out the window of the bus from Newcastle to Blackhill the scenes in these photos are exactly what I saw. Some of the streets I remember as being amazingly steep.

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