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Once more I am drawing near to Market Deignton, having travelled from Northumberland as swiftly as express trains can bring one. I have been travelling all night, and in the still grey dawn of the winter's morning I drive over from the junction seven miles away. The east is still streaked with red, and the clear air is wonderfully soft and breathless.
All the way along the deserted country lanes I have had my head out of the carriage window, drinking in the freshness of the morning, grateful after my long imprisonment in stuffy railway trains.