The End of the Road.

Knarled trees line the tarmac road. Their branches meeting above their heads like fingers interlocking. "We're lost, aren't we?" said Sam.

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“No,” snapped Dave, a little too quickly.

He looked down at his phone and used two fingers to pinch the screen and zoom in. The map showed their journey so far, a blue line that confirmed they had already walked a great distance and a far away pin that meant they still had quite a way to go. The late winter sun was already showing signs of dipping behind the horizon, meaning the temperature was starting to drop. It was cold anyway in this part of the world, the northern most point of England, but visit in winter and you will need every layer you own, plus a few extra for good measure. Sam didn’t like to admit that he had perhaps undermined the cold and hadn’t packed nearly enough thermals.