Having crossed the River at South Stoke, the Gorse Fox started on the return leg of the route. South Stoke blended seamlessly into the scenery as GF followed the banks of the river.
Again he crossed the railway, and headed towards Burpham.
Burpham sits on some high ground on the eastern side of the valley. The path led along valley floor before climbing up to the village. It did not, however, climb up before luring the Gorse Fox across what he can only describe as a bog. Unspectingly he followed the path towards some lush grass... and promptly sank up to his ankles in slimy waterlogged mud. He was committed. He squelched on, and after about 30 yards emerged wet but unscathed (or is it unbathed?).
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