The Wherry and The Windmill...

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The Wherry and The Windmill
The Wherry and The Windmill
Taste of the past… This dramatic picture from photographer Roy Northwood shows a traditional Norfolk Wherry moored alongside a traditional Norfolk Windmill, and thus providing us with a wonderful glimpse of those lost bygone days.

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