Lock. I’m trying to imagine
what it would have been like
to set off, knowing there are
some 147 miles to go, when
there’s a roll of thunder and
so I rush back to the town
centre, reaching the porch of
the Lechlade library just as it
begins to rain. I shelter from
the downpour; behind me is
the spire of St Lawrence
church and the paved path
amid the gravestones named
after Shelley. Eventually the
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