I took my middle daughter to a friend's house at the weekend. She lives down a tiny, unmade lane, that's a no-through-road, and the instructions I had were "at the end". I followed this rutted road down a hill in the rain, round a bend, down another hill, up a hill, onto a better made-up part, along a muddy dirt track, more unmade road and out onto
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