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“Do you fancy doing the Hell?” For a few years now I’ve heard tales of monstrous beasts waiting to lure their prey into the deep valleys of Kent and Sussex. When the unsuspecting humans reach apparent safety in the icy gills of the Ashdown forest the devilish giants rear up in their faces mockingly. Tired legs struggle to provide the strength needed to overcome these leviathans of sandstone, clay and chalk. But our wiry heroes make use of the merest band of tarmac to trick th