Issue No.

44

The aimless walk

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A moorland footpath beside a drystone wall leading to a wooden stile in the mist

Dear reader,

A defence of walking nowhere in particular.

Clara

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As read in

  • The Guardian Country Diary

  • BBC Radio 4

  • Slightly Foxed

  • The Northern Review

  • Granta

  • Caught by the River

  • Countryfile

  • The Bookseller

  • The Guardian Country Diary

  • BBC Radio 4

  • Slightly Foxed

  • The Northern Review

  • Granta

  • Caught by the River

  • Countryfile

  • The Bookseller

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