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... It took the name Biggin Hill after the Second World War in recognition of the historic role played by the adjoining Biggin Hill Aerodrome ... Biggin Hill was an ancient parish county of Kent, in the Diocese of Rochester, and under the Local Government Act 1894 formed part of Bromley Urban District ... The most architecturally noteworthy building within Biggin Hill is St Mark's Church, Church Road - 'the moving church' - designed by Richard Gilbert Scott ...
... Chartwell during the summer) 320 Catford – Biggin Hill Valley (Rosehill Road) 464 Tatsfield – New Addington R2 Biggin Hill Valley (Melody Road ...
... For the early years of Judas Priest's work, Hill played a 1970s Fender Jazz Bass, later switching to Hamer in the mid 1980s ... Hill currently plays Spector basses after switching to this brand during the late 1980s ... Spector are currently producing an Ian Hill signature bass guitar, based on Hill's late 80's NS-2 and is fitted with an extra narrow neck and has an optional ...
... How Hill lies on the River Ant within The Broads National Park in Norfolk, England ... The How Hill Nature Reserve is administered by the Broads Authority ... Just south of How Hill is Turf Fen windpump ...
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