Gorse Fox is waiting for a teleconference to start and listening the worst muzak he's ever heard.
He's sitting in Worcester having had a wonderful start to the day. The first light grey of dawn was creeping over the horizon as he left home and by the time he approached Winchester candy pink fringed the clouds. By Whitchurch the sky was on fire with the golden light of the new day. The journey was uneventful and very quiet.
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