hellingly | the gt hine lock-in
12|09|04

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).