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Ever since I saw the film adaptation of Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice at the tender age of 14 I have been in love. I have been in love with the fictional Pemberley and longed to visit the breath-taking grounds; to see a sodden Mr. Darcy wandering through the flowers in a see-through shirt; to pull out my camera (yes, I know it’s anachronistic) and ta[...]