SPRING SPRUNGING

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We followed an old carting trail through the bluebelly woods where bushels were sent to the weavers of merkins to be be woved in days of yore.

We planned an adventure trail where stumps and logs and roots of outstanding natural naturalness would fascinate and empty wallets.

We avoided mud, got rounded up by a conscientious sheep dog and got drunk on the smell of all the bloody bluebells.

Walks can take you in any direction wherever you are, even walking to the shops. They’re even possible sitting on the sofa.

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