The last time I had a wander through Hatch Grange I was suffering from a numb mouth after a bit of dental work to repair a cracked tooth. It was August 2019, I was training for a marathon walk, blissfully unaware that a little cold would turn into a chest infection disaster and my marathon would end at the half way point. COVID19 was not even a thing, or that cold would have been much more of a worry. My mind was full of research on Spanish Flu for a book I was planning to write. Two years on it felt as if the whole world had changed. The word pandemic had certainly taken on a whole new meaning. Now, the book was written and in the throes of being published, Commando was the one visiting the dentist and I had an hour to kill. Hatch Grange was the obvious answer. At least there was one thing that wouldn’t have changed, or so I thought . . .
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