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RE: Nothing but a Number

in Reflections12 days ago

how he ran 20 km along the railroad every evening to his young wife (after a whole day of scythe-scythe in the heat), and so on.

Every Friday my grandad would do an 80k round trip to court my grandma. He would have time for a supervised cup of tea and a biscuit, before having to ride home again.