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This section had some lovely greenery but it was v short and little to write home about. My mood remained grey, which wasn't helped by ominous signs of rivers about to burst their banks, or the fucking M11.

However, I pressed on. Think-worthy tunes in my ears and kind words from friends to dwell upon, I smashed through the end of section 19 (a mere 4.4 miles) and fortified myself with a panini before the next.