The route continued down from Springhead Hill and across Wepham Down towards Norfolk Clump - the small copse that crowns the hill in the background.It was very wet under foot - and the path had been churned up by horses using the route across the Downs. GF skidded here, leapt there, splashed everywhere - and as he continued to slip and slide he mulled over the elegant sight that he must be from a distance and realised that any distant viewer would marvel at his lightness of foot and compare him with Nuryev or Baryshnikov.
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