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Forty Three

Another recent one, post wedding:

'Walking through woodland, looking for a lost dog called Lucien, a Labrador I think. He was definitely running about in the woods earlier. Well cut paths open out in to scrub-land and a brief roadside peppered with street signs to nowhere. Reminds of Thetford. Across the road some misc. men start shouting ‘Fat Simon’ at me. I turn and walk away but they follow. Lee is with them, kitted out with blue backpack and jacket a la the TBeer weekend. I recognise two of the others from UEA, one of whom is called Simon, but is not fat. We chat for a minute, me trying to diffuse a situation that could have become a fight. One of the group, a short black guy in a purple shirt, pushes me. I think his name is Daniel. I circle them. It comes to nothing. Gradually they all melt away in to the forest, leaving me walking back towards wherever I started, without the dog. The path to the unspecified exit is lined by people lacing and unlacing ridiculously oversized boots.'
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