Conversation ranged back and forth, and aspects of the world were put to rights: multi-culturalism, teenage angst (and lesbian friends), digital cameras, David Davis, avian flu (and perversions associated with transmission to humans), the smell of manure (and consequent reminiscenses of Northern Ireland), Roberto Calvi, Pope Benedict and conspiracy theories... and so on.
At this point on Butt Lane there was a view across towards Nore Wood and the Folly.
[File under: Sussex Walk. Slindon, Eartham]
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