Calm but misty morning.
Swish of my tyres on tarmac.
Alarm call from a startled blackbird.
Rumbling of lorries on the A2 driving down to the docks at Dover.
Looking in the other direction, the Moon is not yet abed.
A single bark from the lazy dog at the fruit farm.
'Oc...Oc...Oc...' from a pheasant as it flies out from under my wheels.
The machine gun rattle of gravel running around under my mudguards.
A horse snorting down its nostrils at me.
The whirring wings of pigeons as they take off in the field.
The rasping of my breath as I climb the 1 in 7 hill.
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