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One Sunday morning at around 0400hrs, amid the first fuzzy fade of a new day, I found God. I was riding through the little village of Pegglesworth – a hamlet tucked in among the gentle rucks of rural Gloucestershire – when I happened upon a cottage, at the front of which lay an immaculately manicured lawn.
