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End of the walk


We've reached the end of the walk. At least the climb out is not as steep as most mountain walks.

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  1. Just realised your blog isn't blocked in my new Dept. Look forward to catching up with your wanderings.

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  2. I've really enjoyed the photos over the past few days. I hope the title of this post doesn't mean the series is over.

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  3. Ann, it will be lovely to have you visit. Not much wanderings happening at the moment though.

    Mary Ann, yes this series is over but I am bound to do some sort of nature walk again soon ... I'm drawn to it and country towns.

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  4. Thanks for taking me along on your walk and I didn't get hot. Looking forward to the next wayfare.(There is no such word according to google)

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  5. Seeing the rake of those steps, I would think that very quickly I would be using the palm of my hand to give each knee a bit of a leg-up ... or something.

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