The final shrine

2100!

There’s apparently one more ford, dammit. A hundred yards. Tomorrow (I hope). And I’d just gotten my foul-smelling Sealskinz relatively dry!

I got nothin’, really. It’s a cold wet slog. Today and tomorrow are the hardest days in the Hundred (the Chairbacks, Whitecap). I’ll be glad to see the back of them,

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