The final descent took James and the Gorse Fox past some tumuli and disused pits. Looking down from the bridleway over Frieslands a small airstrip could be seen.
Clusters of walkers, encouraged by the weak sunshine, were out and about and climbing the hill, cheery at the start of their walk and all carrying walking poles - they looked like skiers who had lost their way (and their skis).
Three folk were sitting watching the view, one of them asked the duo if they had some spare longjohns. Now, GF has had some strange requests over the years, but never before has a complete stranger asked for spare longjohns.
[File under: SussexWalk, Chanctonbury]
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