A sudden chill in the air on a warm day, the thud of footsteps close behind, a whisper on the breeze: I've often thought I was being followed on my treks over Foxhill Down. Now it seems I wasn't mistaken:
But it's ok though, as it turns out not to be a ghost after all, but a Guardian of Time (
www.kielnhofer.at ). Pleased someone's looking out for us.