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About twenty of them stood in the middle of the road, staring. Gradually some slow reaction registered as I hurtled towards them on my bike. Heads turned, bodies followed, they waddled to the verge, ran into the grass and, as I tore past, wings working hard, a flock of plump grouse leadenly took flight.

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