22 March 2015
6 people
28km, 18 miles
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The sun tried to peek at us through clouds
As we had a hit or miss behind a pile of logs
And walked through woods still bare of leaves
In Spring with new crops in the fields.
Objects guessed afar on the horizon
Water tower, windmill, a stately home
People drinking their lunchtime pints
Laughing and talking on a village green.
An old church hidden in the woodland sun
Fast post prandial walking accross the fields
Remains of an abbey reflected in a pond
A twist in the tail and the last train home.
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