Jackson led the way along the steep chalk trail. Daddy helped him over the cattle gates.
There were hundreds of steep steps down into the forest to access the village at the bottom of the hill.
At the foot of the hill, there were loads of ripening cherries and blackberries.
Poynings was in bloom as well, and we had a lovely lunch with bees buzzing in the lavender in the pub garden.
It was a steep and precarious hike back up to the top of Devil's Dyke. Needless to say, we were all exhausted, especially Mama and Daddy, who each had to carry up about 30 extra pounds of boy in one form or another.
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we note granma is not in any of these rigorous adventures.
she was comfortably ensconsed at her hotel in london!!
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