22/9/90

Spent the day doing more or less nothing. After Linda finished work we took our bikes up to the top of Burial Hill on the Wheatley-Hubbard Estate. We stood at the top of the hill and watched as a storm rolled across the valley, cloaking the land with grey and setting the trees around us swaying and roaring with its knife-edge wind.

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