This morning's journey to Worcester seemed fraught - level crossings, slow moving trucks, and new roadworks all conspired against the Gorse Fox. He persevered... and following on from a theme of yesterday (i.e. amazement at some of the things he sees) would like to point out that he actually saw a Police traffic car. He thought they had been renedered extinct by rampaging Gatsos.

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