In the churchyard we noticed the grave of Sir Colin Cowdrey, the famous cricketer. We had to take a photo and send it to Norm
Climbing each stile became harder to climb and conversation had died away to manly grunts. It was possible to feel the muscle fibres in thighs and calves beginning to play tunes against each other. James was starting to hallucinate about the idea of a hot bath. GF was concentrating on the idea of moving one foot in front of the other.
[File under: SussexWalk, Sussex, Downs]
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