Mist shrouds the hill all morning, and after a quick jaunt round the county for something below cloud level, a fair crowd reconvenes at Thurnham. The mist has passed, the wind has gone, and to top it all it's getting dark!

clear sky, but running short on light and wind

ornithopter flaps past

mist creeps in

Simon fiddles.....


....only to have to dodge an attack from a patrolling Tie Fighter


but also has to take evasive action!

sod all that, let's go apple bobbing
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