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		<title>A Window of Opportunity</title>
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On the last day of April Mr C was out for the day leaving me to my own devices.
I visited mum before lunch, she wasn&#8217;t quite herself. Her bag was packed, she was dressed to go out and she arguing with &#8216;The Voices&#8217;. I left earlier than I had intended picking up something for lunch [...]]]></description>
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<p style="text-align: justify;">On the last day of April Mr C was out for the day leaving me to my own devices.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">I visited mum before lunch, she wasn&#8217;t quite herself. Her bag was packed, she was dressed to go out and she arguing with &#8216;The Voices&#8217;. I left earlier than I had intended picking up something for lunch and dinner on my way home.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a title="Dothill Nature Reserve" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/-cherrypie-/54490357731/in/dateposted-public/"><img class="aligncenter" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/54490357731_2a30eaf67c.jpg" alt="Dothill Nature Reserve" width="500" height="333" /></a></p>
<div style="text-align: justify;">After lunch I had a lovely walk in glorious sunshine. I walked to one of my favourite local nature reserves, the long way round&#8230;</div>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a title="Dothill Nature Reserve" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/-cherrypie-/54490548544/in/dateposted-public/"><img class="aligncenter" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/54490548544_5b3d59bfe0.jpg" alt="Dothill Nature Reserve" width="500" height="333" /></a></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a title="Dothill Nature Reserve" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/-cherrypie-/54490548754/in/dateposted-public/"><img class="aligncenter" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/54490548754_835a858814.jpg" alt="Dothill Nature Reserve" width="500" height="333" /></a></p>
<div style="text-align: justify;">I walked pathways that I had walked before and just as I was about to return home a woodland path that I hadn&#8217;t visited called to me. I chose to lose myself in the woodlands (I wasn&#8217;t lost) before returning homeward.</div>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a title="Dothill Nature Reserve" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/-cherrypie-/54490548969/in/dateposted-public/"><img class="aligncenter" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/54490548969_5bd64c4352.jpg" alt="Dothill Nature Reserve" width="500" height="333" /></a></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a title="Horse chestnut Tree" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/-cherrypie-/54490358371/in/dateposted-public/"><img class="aligncenter" src="https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/54490358371_d774997f98.jpg" alt="Horse chestnut Tree" width="500" height="333" /></a></p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Seven miles later I was back home and turning the key in my lock.</p>
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