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We finally reached September, and after a morning hospital appointment with Mum headed down (only 3 hours, record) to Cranborne Chase, where Mrs RM deposited me at a field, near Wiltshire, like in the Pulp song (no drugs). Yes, End of the Road on my own, with only Baa Baa Toure for company. I’d booked… Continue reading SUMMER CAME LATE TO CRANBORNE*CHASE

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