Fully alerted to my surroundings, I then trotted forwards towards the old mill, reveling in my physical freedom and my nakedness in the cool air, feeling the small pebbles of the driveway on the balls of my feet sending sharp reminders of my barefooted-ness rocketing to my brain. My eyes scanned the driveway as I moved forward, alert for any signs of unwanted company on the driveway to the house, an early morning walker perchance, who might see me moving pink-skinned and clothes-free away from the cottage. Reaching the safety of the hedgerow at the far side of the drive, my feet encountered the wet grass of the garden pathway —- and I was off!!
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