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We entered the formal gardens, the gateposts now rotten and collapsing. Several times, the angled white gatepost looked like a ghost
standing in the undergrowth, adding a creepy feeling to a windswept and noisy day.
Further in the undergrowth, a small metal framed greenhouse had been twisted and bent into an unimaginable, and almost unrecognisable,
shape.
Figure #13: Uplands | Main Drive
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