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“Snow clung to the hills like dust on old velvet.”

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Book:SaddleSore: From England to India

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“The moment you get robbed, the world doesn’t slow down. It speeds up.”

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“Harrogate wore its quirks like a badge of honour. Genteel parks. Overpriced tearooms. Pensioners in tartan, and the faint pong of Victorian delusion still wafting from the Royal Pump Room like a sickly memory.”

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Book:SaddleSore: From England to India

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“We needed something madder. Bigger. Dumber. A jaunt to the main vein.”

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Book:SaddleSore: From England to India

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“It started, as many disasters do, with a long weekend in North Yorkshire.”

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Book:SaddleSore: From England to India

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“There’s something about border towns that tastes like spilt liquor and cigarette ash. They rarely greet you with a smile. More like a shrug, a raised eyebrow, maybe a tax. And crossing from Slovakia into Hungary felt exactly like that: like the end of a party we were never really invited to. Gone were the manicured roads and apologetic drivers of the West. In their place: cracked tarmac, sun-faded billboards, and a lingering Cold War hangover you couldn’t quite shake off. It was perfect.”

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Book:SaddleSore: From England to India

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