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I’ve decided to drop anchor in Nottingham for a week, maybe longer. My legs need the break after that 33-mile push from Leicester, and my laptop needs a stable Wi-Fi connection that doesn't cut out every time someone orders a burger. But while I’m here, I couldn't just sit in the corner of a Wetherspoons and ignore the green-clad ghost haunting every souvenir shop in this city.