The hill rose before them at a steep angle. Amy and Rory stared up the grassy slope to where it vanished in low clouds then glanced at each other doubtfully.
The Doctor, already twenty feet up, looked back at them. “Well come on, Ponds. Don’t take all day!”
“Why do we have to walk up?” Rory asked. “Couldn’t the TARDIS have dropped us at the top?”
“Where’s the fun in that? Now hurry along. Climbing’s easy in this gravity.”
“What happens when we get to the top?” Amy asked, beginning to climb.
“We slide down the other side of course!”