Recollections from an English countryside ramble.
I walked across the moor, ancient and squishy. The long green grass pushes down into the saturated dark soil.
Squish, squish, squish. I was grateful for my Gore-Tex boots. After cutting through the grass I found my way back onto the footpath.
“These footpaths are nearly a thousand years old, Tim. And the…
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