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Walking to Worcester Beacon on a hazy summer day, the foxgloves gleam like torches of purple. A buzzard hovers then stoops down to its prey. A couple walks ahead of us in sensible sandals and sunhats. I’m hot and anxious but the breeze and steading climb calm me down. At the top,  we sit looking out at the yellow and green fields of Herefordshire as a jackdaw flaps serenely  past us against the wind.