No Room At The Inn
Walkers: Farty, T.B., Windy, 2 Legs, Lil and Clat. Chris out on manoeuvres but still no broadband
Distance: 7 Miles
Find: zilch
The start of our walk was messed-up at little 'cos L and C couldn't get parked. Despite a bit of kerb-crawling, and some guidance over yellow lines by T.B., the pair gave up and headed towards Earlswood Lakes, and waited in readiness for the rest of the gang to turn up, inhaling the heady scent of bacon cooking in the refreshment van.
It wasn't long before they did, and we were soon on our way, through fields, some lovely wooded areas, and alongside rivers and streams, with a large number of pillbox buildings dotted about. Clat was a little pre-occupied at first, due to a troubled night's sleep. This was put down to some late-night viewing, by accident, on some channel or other, of a 13" doo dah and other bodily 'extremes'. Time to make a change to our usual route then. We headed towards Irons Bottom, and met a rather large dog on the way. Turns out he was an Ibiza hound, he is quite rare in these parts - and doesn't go clubbing. The owner told us the pub at I.B. was pretty good, so we made a note to visit it another time.
The weather was up to its usual mischief today, and we encountered the odd splodge of rain, but nothing like last week's deluge for the poor unfortunates. Navigation today was excellent - you could tell it was nothing to do with Clat. We formed a circular shape - i.e. mapwise, and traversed more fields (some of which had suffered from severe flooding, judging by the flotsam on the fencing), woods, and the railway line. Here, the trains whizz past both ways, and you have to look smart and get across quickly. This we did, but the trains didn't like us hovering at the edge and neeee-naaad at us a bit. We progress. Our next encounter was a field - nothing odd about that you might think, but, it was choc-full of black cows, calves, bullocks and other menaces. As soon as they saw us the bellowing started (reckon Chris would've been in Brighton, if she'd seen that lot). All hell broke hoofs as they headed towards us, and the din was alarmingly loud and threatening - like a scene from Rawhide/High Chapparal /Bonanza -'walk in here if you dare' was the message - so we didn't. We diverted along a track, still hearing the noise in the distance - like ships lost in the fog.
The rest of the walk was quite urban, which gave our boots a chance to dry off. L and C broke away to get the car, and we met up again at the pub. The landlord was very helpful and soon shifted us to another table, because he had big plates and our table was pronounced too small. T.B ordered a two-course meal, which delayed the main course of the others. So when his 'first' appeared , he was urged to 'get on with it', and he kindly obliged - Remegel anyone? Some good grub was served and T.B. announced that our previous blog was full - no more room at the inn again. We are now on our second RAHRAS, and thanks to our glorious editor (as they would say in China), we can function again. The group photograph has been updated, and I've had my roots done - streuth. Our conversation was topical, and reference was made to Ed Balls and the playing of his organ - here we go again. Farty balanced a spoon on her nose, and we asked for the bill - get it, nose and bill - I'm wasted here!!Next week's venue is in debate, and if anyone out there fancies a destination then please say so. It could be a toss-up between Warnham and Tandridge, as Farty has a hankering to go East. Of course we shall let you know - once she's got the spoon off. xxxxx
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