I was driving out of Bristol on the A4 towards Bath, when I paused briefly in a queue of cars. Directly to my left was a once-quaint boozer, now looking a bit grubby due to car-grime. Away up on top of the hill leftward was the church, partly obscured by a set of brightly-coloured Murco signs announcing a red-brick petrol station. Further up the
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