In Which I Make a New Friend
In Which I Make a New Friend
I’m holding my waterproof jacket, staring vacantly, hoping for some kind of divine intervention to make the decision for me. My real problem is that today’s walk does not suffer from over preparation: or, indeed, any kind of preparation at all. For the last few days it has been a note in my diary looming inexorably and inevitably nearer. Yet because so many other things have been jostling for my…
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