After Sundays' walk I returned home minus a piece of kit. I thoroughly searched the car and thoroughly searched my rucksack, then thoroughly searched them both again. Nothing. No matter how forlorn a hope I make a point of searching for any items I loose, and the Gods are often kind. So we where back in Cranborne this morning walking with a purpose. Sundays' walk had been just over 13 miles, so there were plenty of places to look, and a handful of distinct possibilities. Halfway through we made our way along the holloway snaking up Elcombe Down to one of those possibilities, the spot we'd stopped for lunch. Nothing. In fact nothing all round, and I returned to the car empty handed and disappointed. I really do hate losing things, though sat in the car I accepted it as a lesson I obviously needed to relearn, and hoped someone found my piece of kit useful. Then for no conscious reason I reached into the door tray, where surprised I pulled out aforementioned missing item. I had to laugh.
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