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We set off in an open cart drawn by four whip-scarred little ocen piled high with equipment and provisions. No medieval knight could have been more closely armoured than were Tilly and I, against the rays of the sun. A mushroom-brimmed hat, built of two thickness of heavy felt and lined with red flannel, protected her creamy complexion, a long-sleeved white blouse clapsed her by the neck, and a heavy skirt of khaki drill fell to her booted ankles. I sat beside my mother, only a little less fortified in a pith helmet and a starched cotton dress. The ocen looked very thin and small for such a task but moved off with resignation, of not with speed, from the Norfolk hotel.