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It’s that time of the year again, it seems, when the rain never stops falling: a soft grey mist of english churchyards this is not: a howling, lashing fury of thwarted raindrops conspire to penetrate my coat, and render umbrellas rightly useless. As we huddle inside in the evening, hopefully around a nice warm open fire (or, in the case of most urban dwellers, a large…