He’s walking quickly and purposefully. Beneath the brim of his hat is a fleshy, shaven face cast in shadow. I can’t work out his expression.

Morning!

He doesn’t stop or reply or look my way. Maybe he didn’t hear me.

After a few steps I look back. There’s something in the path that he must have dropped. I go back to see what it is.

It’s a map of this area, folded open and covered in pencil marks and notes. The man is already a way down the path, and pacing into the distance.

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The path up to the woods is an old hollow way: like it’s been scraped out of the hillside by a giant paw.

Trees reach over me from both sides and close the track into a tunnel. It’s dark.

A man is walking towards me. Down the hill, down the track. He is wearing a full length wax jacket and a brimmed hat.

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I always go for a walk between Christmas and the New Year. The world feels slower and calmer and I like to think of the people all tucked away in their houses as I trudge across the fields.

It’s cold but dry and everything looks beautiful in the long, low winter light.

So where are we going to go?

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