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...





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