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mountain biking is good for the soul...

i’ve resurrected my old, beloved, mountain bike (clockwork orange, lotus colours, perfect), and finally got out of london on a solo, soul day of me, countryside and not much else. too many quaint picture postcard scenes to mention, but here, a spot of perfection. not a sign of civilisation to be seen, and a descent into the woods beckoning.

diary | 02 jun 2006 | tagged: errata of life