Terrible, terrible night. Jet lag, maybe. Or too much tea, or sugar. Who knows? Racing heart--both of us. Could not get to sleep for hours. At one point, I was not sure whether I was imagining I was dreaming I was asleep, or whether I was asleep and dreaming I was awake. Or asleep. You know that kind of night? Anyway, here's the park behind the church in Cirencester...
More later....
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