A welcome site. The Gorse Fox's car was just round the corner. A foaming ale was calling his name. GF slipped through the door.
"Afternoon" said the barman
"God, you look knackered" said the woman by the bar.
Gorse Fox explained the route he had taken and tried to look spritely. He failed.
"Ten miles" said the woman. "I do it on my horse, though some people use a quadbike" pointing to a chap sitting nearby.
Gorse Fox said he'd seen a quadbike up near Great Down, and it seemed to be herding pheasants into a wood. The chap sitting nearby asked exactly where, so out came the maps
"That bugger's rustling my pheasants" he said. "I'll be having words with him".
GF finished his beer and left.
[File under: Sussex Walk, Eartham, Stane Street]
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