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The birthday gods are generous – the rain has stopped
and the sky is blue and cloudless. It calls to be enjoyed, so a potential rainy day plan of a visit to the Tower of London is shelved in favour of a three-hour walk in deepest Oxfordshire countryside, with Ordnance Survey map
and compass.
A hazardous undertaking, fraught with vague signposting, indistinct paths and poor compass management.
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But a lot less macabre than the Tower. Instead of iron maidens and racks, it's sheep and ducks. Bluebells and
cowslips. Yellow butterflies. Less Traitor's Gate; more five bar gate. A red kite buzzes overhead. Repeatedly.
Hovering so low that you can see the markings on the underside of its
wings.
Nearing home, the clouds are beginning to gather. By the evening it is raining again.
Lucky. Happy Birthday to me.
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