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Anyone who has read my Windmill Hunting post, or understands me to be a bit zany, will know that I am cuckoo about windmills. Imagine my delight, then, when I learn from an ex-lecturer of mine (Oz Hardwick) that York has restored a windmill of its very own.
This now means that York officially my dream place to live when I move back up north. River? Check. Independent cinemas? Check. Windmill? Check. I really fail to see what else anybody could need in their life.
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