hellingly | the gt hine lock-in

With Smorgy trapped in no-manís land, it was time for a very quick good bye. Sheíd wait for us, hanging around the grounds, nodding to other dog walkers and lost cross-country runners.

However, we didnít think. She couldíve been our look out, but we didnít agree a protocol. In the event of trouble, she didnít know if she could call Laurenceís mobile. She didnít know she could phone us, fearful that a ring-tone would point to our location.

(Left: The elegant stained glass windows at Hellingly have been mostly destroyed by vandals).