It took David well over an hour to cover a distance he would normally have walked in about fifteen minutes. But at last, having dodged road blocks and a small column of marching soldiers, he came in sight of the small cluster of buildings huddled in a tiny valley.
He climbed up a thick, old, wind-blown hawthorn tree and peered at the buildings, looking for any sign of life. He wished he had some binoculars. There seemed to be no Germans about, which was odd as he knew the farm was being lived in by a large number of soldiers, probably all along the main road.
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