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COTSWOLDS INTO WORCESTERSHIRE 2022 AD
Across the river, standing in deep shadow, unknown to me, the bearded man trained his binoculars on the entrance of the Swan Hotel and waited patiently. At last, not that I’m a late riser, I emerged and shrugging a rucksack on my shoulders, consulted a map and turning left strode down the main road. Although I had no idea, my pursuer hurried across the bridge and followed at such a discreet distance that I failed to spot him. This came to my knowledge within days.
St Mary’s, Bibury, as I might have expected, stood a hundred yards from the River Coln and the silver thread in my mind flowed right along the church and through the altar. But apart from some interesting historical snippets, there was nothing else in stone to suggest the ley line. Ins
