section of the A433, with no
footpath for pedestrians, and
turn on to a path, then it’s
over a stile and across the
railway line, looking
nervously right and left for
trains.
I stand on a small hill
looking down at a patchwork
of fields, green and burnished
brown, the undulating line of
a drystone wall, two cows in
the far distance. I can’t see
any signposts; which way is
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