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I've no pictures of it, but in an eight hour shift stewarding there on the wednesday morning in 2008, we saw more than twenty carts, wagons, trolleys or barrows of various degrees of home-madeness or excess-loading come apart as they failed to navigate the ruts and gullies, and the wreckage left behind included about sixty assorted beer/cider cans (many of which fell hard enough to actually burst).
Sadly we weren't allowed to rescue the intact cans, but had to settle for pointing them out to people (bonus points to the guy who set off at a run for the gate when we tried to call him back for his cider: goodness knows what he thought we were up to).
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