Driving Game

Clouds of partridges - the driven birds, started spiralling out of control overhead. We were now on Badger Corner, the steep incline divided by the rather out-of-place electricity pylons that divide the woodland. The freezing fog started to roll in, and as the temperature dropped, so did morale. I think that the previous night’s entertainment might have had something to do with that, as the amount of alcohol in our systems was currently neck-and-neck with the amount of blood!