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Day 10.3 - The School Run - Hereford

The train, which had been overflowing with school children chattering about drugs and their boyfriends, returns to a state of peace and quiet. All but for the gentle rumble of the train and the laboured breathing of a rather sturdy looking gentleman to my left. A red brick and a green metal structure filled in with green wooden panels, their paint worn away, fades into the distance as we pass allotments to the left and I count four trampolines within a stretch of 200 metres. Still the breathing. Regular and rhythmic like the train. And now nothing but the sheep in the fields. His hand grasps the table, his fingers splayed wide. Feet rooted firmly to the floor. It is as if breathing requires a degree of serious application to the task or else it might not happen.