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Limey drove us there.
Sunshine!
Proper sunshiny sunshine!
We didn't really think it would last, but it did. It didn't have any real warmth to it, but then it wasn't a cold day.
After squelching and jumping puddles and avoiding sheep-leavings and finding work-arounds where the track was saturated I was plenty warm.
I performed a very slow, not very teasy strip-tease in the course of two miles. Gloves, hat, scarf and in the end waterproof jacket all came off.
1) A little circle that I didn't photograph before. Note water.
2) Limey hasn't really just killed someone, there are other reasons to adjust your gloves. Although our trip was accompanied by the crack of gunshot and the yelp of dogs as pheasants were hunted in a far-off field.
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