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It’s about a mile and a half’s walk into the town from the campsite, which is just enough to start to get my head clear. The only problem is, every car that goes past is a potential threat, as far as I’m concerned. My photo’s out there now. Jess is right – it’s unlikely anyone’s going to recognise me from those old photos, particularly with my head shaved and my beard gone – but that doesn’t stop me feeling paranoid.
I’m wearing a pair of reading glasses we found in one of the cupboards in the caravan, presumably left by a previous guest. It goes some way towards being a disguise, I guess, especially seeing as I’ve never worn glasses in my life. They don’t look too obvious as a disguise, either. I didn’t particularly fancy walking around in a massive top hat and a false nose.
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