It is there from the moment I smell the tussock, the forest, the heat of the sun on rocks. And it's there in the smell of blood, sweat and mud ingrained in my jersey as I fall asleep using it as a pillow in a mountain hut, under a heaven studded with glittering stars.

-Richard Hall

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