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I went on a midsummer night's walk all the way to Holborn (where I used to live) from St Paul's Road in Dalston which is about 8 miles each way I think.
It was almost dawn on Clerkenwell Road where I turned around...I'm always hoping to find an old building like The House of Doctor Dee there.
I did see 2 foxes tho...one trotted along the opposite pavement and kept level with me for a strange few minutes in the half-light hush.

Meanwhile, according to the postcard that just arrived, my friend back home, Jen, is currently doing a hike of Ben Lawers (1220m) and foothills!

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I rushed after my courier after giving him the wrong package, flew down 3 flights of stairs, got my pocket caught caught on the gate, then pelted up the road after his motorbike (but then the lights were on green and he bombed straight thru). Then it dawned on me that all I need do is text his mobile.
I am wrecked but buzzing, canNOT get into painting...this is a STUPID day.