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in Ennerdale, a watering hole that served homebrew and hearty fare. The group had all
made it. There was an atmosphere of muted elation and bemused, exhausted, wonder at
what might lay ahead. We had walked fourteen elastic miles, a distance that stretched back
to the broad ambiguity of the ocean, or concertinaed inconsequentially at the prospect of
the heights, depths, tucks and pleats of countryside before the land frayed once more into
the North Sea.
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