And after six hours or more of crashing through the dense, damp, dark undergrowth with only a cheerless canopy of dripping leaves through which the light could not penetrate as if somehow day had become night whilst all the while imagining the sound of low voices and running steps behind and all about us, we came upon a hole in the thick hedgerow from which there came a small ray of light and as we cautiously approached found that the opening gave way to a view of fields and bright sunlight, as if in answer to our prayers, escape beckoned at last.
When the pen takes control. 
Yes! You’ve really captured the feel!
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