Lunch

It was time for lunch. The strong, cool breeze whipped across the Downs and GF huddled with his back to the wind as he burrowed into his pack for a Cornish Pasty, some sparkling water, and some dried apricots.

GF has finally learnt that opening sparkling water, after it has been bouncing around in the backpack, is a delicate and time consuming affair if he wishes to stay dry.

As you can see, once more the Gorse Fox was alone on the Downs. The world seemed a better place, and the soul seemed to have a direct link to its Maker.