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'Stop! Stop!' Came the cries, we want a......
'There's nowhere suitable.' Came the stern reply from John.
But Dick was driving and as the cries became more and more insistent he bounced off the carriageway and down a big lip onto the run off, wondering if the car would ever make it back onto the raod again.
The girls disappeared into the maquis and the boys did what boys always do behind some scrub.
'Come and look at this.' Came the cry from below. They followed the track the girls had taken and across the hillside were hundreds of blue beehives amongst the gorse, heather and scrub. 'Anyone for honey, honey?'
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