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52and40/33 Feel The Burn
How is it October? And 2017? And, bloody hell, I’m 41. Anxiety’s a tide inside my flesh. What if I don’t have time to do it all, whatever else ‘it’ might be? Then, eight hours later, zen. My five nights on Raasay were wonderful. Even the fall into a wide burn as if it were…