That Gladiator moment

Walking through a field in Bramber, West Sussex, recently, I had my Gladiator moment – running my hand along the top of tall grass walking through a field on the South Downs. Oh, you thought I meant I was fighting off big oiled-up blokes in my skirt and sandals in front of a braying crowd. No, that came later, fighting to get to the bar of a pub. In Worthing.