Double-quick march round Ashridge, woodland estate that holds deer and my complete phobia about getting lost (again). But I have to do this walk, even at the speed of a 747. I have begun to panic that with the many duties and responsibilities I am now misguidedly shouldering, I may miss footling about in autumn altogether.
(In case anyone suspects home ed vandalism on the mushroom, it had already been uprooted.)
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