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With Smorgy trapped in no-man’s land, it was time for a very quick good bye. She’d wait
for us, hanging around the grounds, nodding to other dog walkers and lost cross-country runners.
However, we didn’t think. She could’ve been our look out, but we didn’t agree a protocol. In the event
of trouble, she didn’t know if she could call Laurence’s mobile. She didn’t 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).
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