Leaving the car, the route plunged straight in woodland along a bridleway. These woods stretch along the north side of the A27 between the Woodman's Arms and Crossbush. Though several hundred yards in from the road the distant hum of the traffic was still evident at this stage.
Whilst a glorious day today, the last week or so has been pretty wet, so the track was very muddy, and GF was seen to leap from one high spot to another to avoid the worst of the goo, and pirouette round trees bordering deep puddles.
(There's no doubt about it, ballet's loss was computing's gain, he mused).
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