Sometimes it is unwise to walk the hills alone…
When I looked back I could still see him, the walker, in the farmer’s field below. I had stopped at this, the halfway point on my trek towards the summit of the hill, but to my dismay — although not my surprise — he had not. The black figure staggered onward, arms flailing as he pulled himself across the paddock with some apparent difficulty
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