Looking down from the Downs, Kingston-by-Lewes nestled in the valley. The long shadows of late winter were beginning to eat int the village, and the breeze had picked up again.
Hang gliders were hurling themselves off the Downs and soaring effortlessly in the winter sky.
GF kept explaining to James that there was only about a mile to go... but he suspect he wasn't believed after the third or fourth time!
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