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Thursday, 3 November 2011


Last week I visited the village of Combe where my dad was born. I had last visited about 8 years ago, so my memory of the place was weak and I definitely had no recollection of the bowl that lives there....
40 years ago my Dad and his Dad built a bowl that still stands to this day.. Combe has one pub, about 200 houses and not even a village shop, but it has a skate park (of sorts)
It was closed when we arrived "due to an incident", but I did the honours of laying down a lazy frontside for the crowds (my mum) anyway...

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