.......'Cos I Have No Gaiters To Put On -
So off Trisha went to her car- boot chest
And got Wind some gaiters of the very very best
She got her some gaiters of the very very best
And she duly put them on'..................etc.
Walkers: 4 Legs, Windy, Mrs P. - welcome back you fine rare species. She is pleased to report her erection is fully upright - and firm, although her bush is rather green and needs attention - perhaps some penicillin would help? , Lil and Clat.
Minnie is home with Mum who is out of hospital and recuperating - get well soon.
Mdme La Vent and Msr Le Bloke sont dans la belle France and return today- but ,my leeeetle cheesecakes, too late for our walk.
The French trip has been a breakthrough for them, cos, as you will see, with technical guidance from Jane's bloke, Rob., the website pic has been reduced (no more lines and wrinkles to behold), and even though some of us are not ex-flyers, the name has remained. eh voila
Find of the walk: - our way round
Distance; 7 miles
A beautiful day - lots of sunshine, blue bleu skies, and a fresh breeze to blow away the cobwebs. This pub kindly requests that you 'phone before you turn up, to check that it's ok to park there. This was duly done, we booted , and off we went. It wasn't long before a realisation took place - we were out of line with the map. However, thanks to Sue and Chris' observations, the signpost was spotted and normal service resumed. Lil was our photographer today, and we hope you enjoy her work, although she has discovered some mistiness on her lens - never mind.
We ventured southerly, through Boyds Wood, plus some stylish stile-ing by Windy, and eventually to a long line of poplars. We've been on this track before, so had to repeat the line-up and perform a bit of tree-age, and a pat on the head to a very friendly Shetland job before reaching the lane, and another inviting footpath. Our first break was near Northfield Farm and Mrs P produced the most gorgeous flapjacks, courtesy, not of her Aga, but Le Patisserie - yum yum and merci beaucoup. Refreshed, we carried on - lots of muddiness and squelching, with Chris doing a spectacular above -the -ankle job (but she had long boots on today), and an arrival at the Downs Link Way - which the absent Mme La Vent does not aime very much, due to it being an old railway line.
Not long later we were off it and heading northwards and a few hills and yet more farms. At Steeds Corner, a convoy of 'older' bikers sped past and later on, as we got back to the pub, we met them again, just leaving, and Chris got straight in there to get details. A group of 'older' gents who like to straddle their hot throbbing* machines and 'do' the countryside. This was their second pub stop, so a bit of wheel-wobble might be the outcome from this. Our Chris went very quiet further along though, as she spotted a bit of cowage at the very end of the field we were walking in. Heads down, and determined to not do a fence-vault, we were safely out of 'danger' . Well done everybody but the pace didn't half speed up.
We arrived at a very smart place - Eliotts Farm, and a magnificent house, which looked as if it had had a modern tarting-up. Opinion was divided as to whether it belonged to Peter Andre, or Katie Price. Plenty of horsey stuff around, so it was quite possible. Here, was another sticking point on the map, but we decided, with the use of the compass, that direction was key, so we keyed-in north east and eventually got to our starting point.
The pub is small and very old - low ceilings, timbers, log fires, and a copy of 50 Shades nestling on the mantelpiece - purrrrrfect. Our 'host' was welcoming and friendly - however the menu is somewhat limited. Either you have to begat a baguette - which was choc-full with stuff, and came with a decent portion of chips and salad, or down a main meal , so , no jacket spuds or something similar on offer. We enjoyed it all , though, and even grabbed a Christmas menu - booking would be a must here. Conversation was quite varied 'at table' as Lil told us that snakes only needed a little hole, and Sue replied that a small crack would be preferable - see what a pint of lime squash does to us?
Sated and inflated, we parted company and are looking forward to next week, and maybe a full-house , plus a visit from Sally? Methinks it could be Rusper but you never know. However, 30th is probably going to be Tandridge cos of Halloween - I do hope your costumes are coming along nicely.
Adieu xxxxx
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