I’ve grown accustomed to clocking human detritus on my morning walks: fast food wrappers; beer, soda and energy drink bottles and cans; way too many filled and discarded dog poop bags; the occasional article of clothing; a sodden bath towel.
But this one was a first:
It was in the cut-through from the third hole of the golf
course to the W&OD Trail, and I’ve spent a lot of time since discovering it
wondering about its back story.
Still haven’t come up with anything plausible.
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