1. After the bridge, the hard path cuts across the middle of a grass field spangled with buttercups.
2. The hard path continues left; or there's a line of bare earth scored through the grass over the curve of the slope down to a stile in the valley.
3. My old theraband has perished. The edges have ruffled, and it crackles interestingly when I stretch it a few times. Then a quarter of it rips off in my hands.
