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My Raleigh Burner clatters down the steps to a long concrete path flanked by gorse and wild grasses. Ahead, the opening to the Winston Avenue tunnel, pre-graffiti and puddle-splashed, and at the other end, horse chestnuts standing like ents ready to drop their tiny spiked packages into welcoming hobbit hands.
I leap from the saddle still
