Today I saw bluebell woods stretching out across the Chilterns and beyond down into the Vale of Oxford, a sight that can’t of changed for hundreds of years. I felt the calm and as I looked skywards I watched the Kites rising on the thermals above the hollow hills. A Magpie appeared in the corner of my eye and I worried that I won’t see another one luckily but I did. So with my superstition satisfied I was able to head to the M40 and head east back to the city, back to London.

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