A track through a wood, it's where the Grange comes in to the story. The slightly odd idea that a paintball centre would be involved in dark and mysterious activity. Sounds reasonable to hide something in the open. The idea that on the one hand you have the best in country house hospitality and on the other madcap chases through the undergrowth blasting everything that moves with a high velocity Dulux pellet and behind that facade secrets and lies? Let's call them diplomatic niceties, what's in a name, maybe everything. The people at the Grange would call it another day at the office. Pay them a visit, see the blog for September 1st.
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