HammerRookeryChurchsettleButtonsSnapeYew Tree From the flatlands behind the Downs up to the High Weald. Sunlight splinters through foliage, dazzleship patterns strewn across my path. A buzzard looms out of the shadows, lollops away low, tallons almost scratching the tarmac. Microfiche whizz blur pause whizz blur pause of recollection of rides over the years. Memory and lanes deep dug into the landscape. Mad Jack Fuller country, up to the observatory and needle, drop to Kipling’s house. Pub lunch and a pint, civilised audax rules, no need to rush. Suicidal squirrels times three, the third almost did for both of us. Thursday 21 May. DIY audax based on The Reliable perm. 102 kilometres, 102 words.
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