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easy half an hour will do, racing saturday. through woods to top fairway. follow tracks of buggy or some such across to old sledging slope. yesterday’s lap in reverse? be ok if go easy. down not very steep ramp. huge snowman with hole flags for spindly, bendy arms waving fluorescent yellow handkerchiefs. whole thing is a bit shapeless really, and two fluorescent yellow golf balls nearby would’ve made better eyes than those bits of wood. pick up own tracks from yesterday. snow a little less deep, stride a shoe-length longer. tracks perfectly preserved all the way round. but whose are these .... .... .... round, roughly golf ball sized impressions all in a line, four gap four gap four .... .... .... trotting deer or fox or dog perhaps. puma outside bet. lap completed, find myself heading up invitingly pristine fairway. big digger in deep pit in middle of course. fiddlers, hope the copse it’s in survives. big crow in tree, big splat in snow as pass. try backwards running through undisturbed snow. think i heard the chinese are into backwards running. supposed to be beneficial, working different muscles, relaxing others, or something. might be in need of that. need to pee for fourth snowy run in a row. curious. ah, an hour. doesn’t matter.