I have been feeling a little down for the last few days. Here, six and a half big hills away from the south Cornish coast, the weather feels like it’s been dishwater grey and soggy since a few days prior to forever, plus there’s the whole subtly nagging issue of the world being about to end, but I knew that wasn’t it. It took me a few days to realise th…
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