The car has been fixed (it was the water pump, as I had suspected) so I cycled back to deepest north Suffolk to retrieve it. Just as on a boat, you see far more than when driving. I retraced almost the same route as on Friday, but saw two things which I'd missed before: the memorial to Saint Edmund, with its wrong apostrophe set in stone, in the middle of a field of oilseed rape; and a wartime hospital.
I had to brush past the wet oilseed rape to get to the memorial...
... but it was worth it...
... if only to wince at the apostrophe (ouch!)
Fast cars, a stolen Mercury and a surprise dragon.
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There are times (very few, I might add) when wild camping isn't all it's
cracked up to be. Last night, as the sun was setting, several cars raced up
to ...
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