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2018 || 17

Remembering Andy. Sunshine and laughter, dirty lanes and long stories. Tea and cake at Andy’s favourite stop. More stories. Fuck cancer.

Headed out west on the mountain bike for exploration and larks. Don’t often venture much further than Cissbury or Chanctonbury Rings out that way, new views and new places. The sky hung low early in the day, the southern horizon hummed amber above a blue grey sea. It must have been sunny is northern France. There was a hint of the Isle of Wight, slightly hazy and the top half hidden by cloud. Dived into a valley hidden between two ridges, a place of quiet away from the busy east-west roads to the north and south of us. Stopped by a gate to watch a red kite near Harrow Hill before tea and cake at the tea room in Clapham. Got lost in the woods (and having Googled ‘Clapham Wood Sussex’ later realised we were lucky to get out unprobed and alive!) Definitely more reading and exploring needed.

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