The bicycle left looked fairly new and I could not see anything wrong with it. We thought afterwards that perhaps it had been stolen by another child, then hidden in the bushes by the stream. Perhaps I should have hauled it out onto the open grass where the owner might have found it. Who knows.
Earlier in the walk, by the Bourne Hall one-way gyratory, I had turned up one of those reinforcing bars fashioned with a hook at one end and a spike at the other, that they use for hanging tape off at car boot sales and such-like events. About a yard long. Now in the garage awaiting its turn to shine.
All in all, a successful Ewell Village anti-clockwise.
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