The Old Track.

Straight track

The road was busy. Cars and lorries rumbled on, air brakes hissed and the occasional bus swished by, usually empty of all but a small handful of pinched looking people. The rain had stopped, though more was forecast, and after about fifteen minutes walk the young man reached the spot he wanted; it gave oncoming…

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