By thunder

Turning west at Lee Farm the Gorse Fox was heading toward the northern flank of Wepham Down.

This was a made road so as it was summertime the living going was easy. (Thinks: there's a rythm to that; might make a good song lyric).



Gorse Fox was being stalked by a couple of women on horses as he marched on. He assumed they were paparazzi or something... so ignored them and strode on. Let them print the pictures, he doesn't care. Rounding the bend at the foot of the down, they turned off to the south and GF carried on.

He noticed that several of the fields triggered bouts of hey-fever as he passed them, but then it died away as quickly as it had started. The other thing that was driving him mad was the preponderance of thunder flies that seemed to be attracted to his turquoise polo shirt and any exposed skin. As he walked he continually had to swipe them off... and must have looked like a complete nut-case as ambled on. (Hmmmm! maybe that's why the ladies on their horses never got too close).