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The farm stands on a spur of moorland on the northern edge of the forest , and within 10 minutes I had turned my back on the corduroy battalions of trees and was striding under a still , cloudy sky over tussocks of rush and coarse grass , with my face to the long , bare shoulders of open hillside that flank the winding shallows of the East Kielder Burn .