The Further Adventures Of Uncle Leucocholy

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I cannot deny that Uncle Leucocholy loved a pataphor almost as much as Sussex Pond Pudding and games of Wink Murder. And so it was inevitable, perhaps, that he would assume the identity of a member of The Macrosmatic Brass Band whenever he found himself near a windmill.

Uncle Leucocholy and the Windmills
His performances at the celebrations for 29 Gidouille are still remembered fondly in a few arcane parts of Belgium.
Location: Kruisvest Brugge

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