GF soon found out. They were. As he turned towards Lee farm he heard the sound of running water or a waterfall. Checking the map he was puzzled, until he realised it was actually the sound of the torrential rain that was moving towards him. Within moments he was in a deluge.
He marched on for a while, then decided to shelter for a while. However, there was little sign of respite so GF delved into his trusty backpack and retrieved a plastic poncho that he could wear over his walking gear. Heading onwards he tramped through the cloudburst. Water was rolling off the hills and cascading down the path. GF's boots were beginning to squelch, but there were three more miles to the car.
Don't get the GF wrong, he is not complaining. The Downs are special in all weathers and this was the first time that GF had actually got caught in such heavy rain. His horizon was foreshortened by the hood and wet glasses, but it was still a sight to make the heart soar.
[File under: SussexWalk,Sussex,Walk,Blackpatch]
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