Saturday, January 23, 2016
I've now walked a couple of miles out of town, past its most famous sporting venue. It's not in operation this weekend, so the spectator gates are closed and very local residents are not disturbed by the sound of clinking glasses. A riverside stroll then took me to the other side of the arena, now deathly quiet, along a particularly muddy path. At this time of year I find it's always wise to complete the civilised urban part of the day's travels before striking for the splattered rural outskirts. I'm currently surrounded by gorse and cattle in the middle of an infamous expanse. I've seen this place many times on the news, but always from the outside, because people like me didn't go in. Times change. Proper eerie.
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