B6086 Grange Lane, South Yorkshire, early October 2010.
It was a Saturday, either 3rd or the 10th, I don’t remember which one. I was cycling along, minding my own business, when I saw something stuck in a tree. Now normally the sight of rubbish in the countryside would not have come as much of a surprise. However for some reason, perhaps because the podcast I was listening to happened to end at that time and for some reason the next one didn’t start up automatically, I stopped to have a look. Because it was a wooden box in a tree, I reasoned that it couldn’t have been blown there by the wind, and fly tippers weren’t generally that tidy. I propped my bike against the tree and pulled down the box. In it were the journals. It was a couple of hundred yards away from a place called Thundercliffe Grange, which is a fantastic name and I couldn’t resist naming the journals after it. I have no evidence (yet?) that the Grange has any connection with the journals.
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