Passing Broad Shackles the Gorse Fox descended into Ashcombe Bottom. This was nearly halfway into the walk, and the Gorse Fox was feeling peckish. A snack nestled in his backpack, and the meadow below the trees looked the perfect spot.
"Horror!" There was a woman sitting in the field having her lunch. Gorse Fox felt that there is a sanctity in the solitude of the Downs... and rather than invade the solitude, Gorse Fox headed up over the hill, past Cuckoo Bottom onto the edge of Harry's Mount where he stopped for lunch and some sparkling water.
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