Uffington, we decided on the way up there, is a ‘biggie’.
A Big Hitter.
Or any other of the many hackneyed phrases the Tee Vee Heads like to summon in order to express quality.
If we had not visited Uffington that misty March morning just over five years ago we would not be doing what we are now doing.
And that was real mist, just by the way.
Back then we did not even properly know what Uffington was.
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