Hills were a novel feature to our merry band of titans. They walked to the top of each hill only to come back down the other side. Unlike their last walk there was no cow to gingerly walk around but there were plenty of giggles to break the peace and quiet of the country side. After 8 or so miles lunch became an issue as did a sit so a convinently fallen tree was found.
Then onwards we plodded, the novelty of hills soon wore off. Time was against us, it look like sunset wouldn't be long and what another hill? Leaveing Theia to exclaim 'Oh another hill... I'm so grateful'. This made the hill harder work as breathing had to be fitted around fits of laughter but in next to no time we were at the top and heading down toward the car. Onwards to the pub!
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