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NEAR COVENHAM, LINCOLNSHIRE 2021 AD
Arriving early at the point on the road northeast of Covenham St. Bartholomew indicated on his copied map, Bentley’s first move was to find a place to hide the Fiesta. That took some time, because there was nowhere suitable until he was about half a mile away, where he’d found a narrow lane with a lay-by. He locked the car there and went on foot to the place in a field marked with a cross by the youngsters. Bentley looked around confused. There didn’t seem to be anything but grass in the field at that point. He shrugged his shoulders, double checked his copy of the map and went to the field boundary, where he jumped a ditch and found a break in the hedge beyond. He went through the hedge and stationed himself with a pair of binoculars and waite
