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Adventure No.1
The South Downs Way
From Little Acorns
15 years ago (half my lifetime) my dad and his brother Bill took me on a bike ride along the South Downs Way, our local strip of wilderness. It was a proper adventure where things went wrong. Waking up and watching the sunrise after an unplanned night sleeping in a dutch barn was a formative memory that cemented in my mind that this was what it's all about.
So what better way, I thought, to kick off my year of adventures than by doing that journey again with dad…