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Lee Stansfield, Stockport, Lee Stansfield, Stockport
This happened in the summer of 1988 or 89 when I was 18 or 19.
I used to go out with a girl who lived about two miles walk from where I lived with my parents and there were two quickish routes - one of them through a semi-rural area, the other along a main road. As it was a pleasant summer's evening I decided to take the semi-rural option and set off down a country lane to go and see her.
It was about seven o'clock. I had just passed a farmhouse and was approaching a bridge over a railway when walking towards me I noticed a man wearing plus fours, a flat cap and pushing an old-fashioned wooden wheelbarrow. As he came nearer we started to look at each other with a sense of puzzlement...
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This happened in the summer of 1988 or 89 when I was 18 or 19.
I used to go out with a girl who lived about two miles walk from where I lived with my parents and there were two quickish routes - one of them through a semi-rural area, the other along a main road. As it was a pleasant summer's evening I decided to take the semi-rural option and set off down a country lane to go and see her.
It was about seven o'clock. I had just passed a farmhouse and was approaching a bridge over a railway when walking towards me I noticed a man wearing plus fours, a flat cap and pushing an old-fashioned wooden wheelbarrow. As he came nearer we started to look at each other with a sense of puzzlement...
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