She's in the car on the way home from work. It's bright and autumnal and blustery and she's been inside all day. Pops glances out at the enticing autumnal day. He's been inside doing his account all day. He didn't much fancy ironing yet anyway.
'Why not?' says Dad. And they turn around and head for the hills.
The Trundle is the Iron Age hill fort which forms the feature of this hill. It's normally where people go to watch events at Goodwood race course for free but on a weekday afternoon its stunningly calm with only a few dog walkers for company.
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