On Saturday evening, after a day of running across Dartmoor, I sat on a cushioned bench on the lawn outside some neat holiday cottages, the late sun painting the hills golden, wrapped up in my puffer jacket and hat against the chilly wind, and watched a live performance for the first time in … well, a long time.
(Editor’s note: Yes, I got the right day t…
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