Ride 55 of 100
Retraced this morning route and added a bit on top, another lovely evening, the trails are bone dry now, even that bit under the trees that never dries out, must be the trees sucking it all up.
Rufus Wainwright in the headphones, birds singing their hearts out, grey wagtails roosting, dogs all over the bloody place.
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