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Smeathe’s Ridge

I push hard and far over the Down, leaving behind the kids and their sledges. The chalk has grown white skin, as if the grass was shaved away; the ruts are filled and hard and the bike moves easily over them until drifts bog it down. Great lungfulls of freezing air and then the ridge: empty, endless, from here to Four Mile Clump a great frozen opening.

  1. December 22, 2010 at 12:36 am

    Loving your musings Jonky – Happy Christmas!!!!

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