The country lane seemed forgotten by time, lined with stone walls covered in ivy. Overgrown hedges occasionally opened to reveal farmhouses with smoke curling from their chimneys. A dog barked in the distance, its sound fading quickly in the still air. I cycled slowly, reluctant to disturb the perfect tranquility of the scene.​

The country lane seemed forgotten by time, lined with stone walls covered in ivy. Overgrown hedges occasionally opened to reveal farmhouses with smoke curling from their chimneys. A dog barked in the distance, its sound fading quickly in the still air. I cycled slowly, reluctant to disturb the perfect tranquility of the scene.​

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