1984 May-June Vol 29 No.3

I spent half an hour trying to find a place to camp. Eventually, a small patch of grass beside the track had to suffice. The ground squelched, but I didn’t sink in when I jumped on it, so it was termed “dry”. It was a somewhat weary rough-stuffer who crawled into his flea-bag at 9 p.m.— 14 hours and 28 rough-stuff miles after starting, not to mention nearly 40 road miles.
Category: | 1984 |
Created Date: | 04-12-2023 |
Last Updated Date: | 04-12-2023 |