1984 March-April Vol 29 No.2

The path passed beneath a tall solitary tree standing sentinel, then wandered through heath and bracken to where a wooden bridge spanned the river. Half of the slats on the bridge were missing, and the few remaining seemed unlikely to bear my weight—let alone a camping laden cycle!
Category: | 1984 |
Created Date: | 04-12-2023 |
Last Updated Date: | 04-12-2023 |