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| John the Leader gathers us up for the start | Along we go, out of the village. | |
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| We passed Sting, the policeman's little place.... | ...and into the wood. | |
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| A very dense wood too! | We stop for coffee, by the swift, silent Avon. | |
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| Onward towards the gathering storm. | Meeting the stable gals with their charges/chargers. | |
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| Through tne woods again. | More Horsiculture | |
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| Into the sunlit, poppy'd uplands. | Over the crystal-clear river again.... |
