A walk to higher ground
In search of fresh perspectives, today, I turned right and, as police constables might once have dutifully reported, ‘I proceeded, Sir, in the direction of the low numbers’. It was a mistake — although that didn’t become obvious for some time.
My mistake was compounded by wearing a warm fleece. I’d assumed that, after two days of Autumnal weather, it would now be chilly. It wasn’t. But as I got closer to the A27 it was certainly noisier.