Slip-Sliding Awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay
Walkers: Farty, T.B. - safely returned from their travels. 2 Legs, Windy, Lil and Clat.
Sue has gone to the chopper shop, Mrs P is buying linen for her erection - we forgot to mention that she has a lovely new thatch in S.A., which 'although is virginal and blonde at the moment, will sadly go black with age, as the bugs fall out.' We have a lot to look forward to - she must resist trying to scratch it. Sally was coming for lunch, but due to her great nephew being poorly, could not make it - God speed and all our best wishes to you and yours, Sally.
Find of the Walk: masses and masses of thick and sticky mud
Distance: 7 miles - which took over 3 hours today, due to above.
We gathered on a dank, miserable and foggy day - we are such gluttons for punishment, however, due to good time-keeping, we were booted and off before 1030 - well done. Farty was sporting her new Berghaus rucsack - a fantastic bargain at £1, and came complete with a silver cover, which made it look like a fully-inflated smokehood reminiscent of our flying days. So, SEP complete, we set off, following the smokehood. 
The Sussex Border Path today, and although we were in many woods, the paths were deep and thick with mud, which made walking heavy-going, and treacherous. The stiles and footbridges particularly, were mega slippery and great care was taken with them. Horsegills Wood first, a few farms later, and then we crossed the A24. After the break (as they say on the Beeb), we found ourselves in a field with two very frisky horses. Reluctant to carry on, but no other way round, T.B. very bravely 'tested the water', and found it to be quite safe - but once again, we didn't half speed up here. We also found a llamas but they were safely fenced-in - wonder if they'd prefer Peru?
The stiles were getting worse - Windy managed to graze her inside leg* and had quite a swelling* later on, and those with longer legs, took to straddling these wooden creations, resulting in mossy gussets. Windy warned us that algae might creep in - but it was none of his business - tee hee. 
The dreaded cowage then presented itself, and us cow-oooerds decided to deviate into another field. All was going well until Lil was felled by a felled tree. She was downed in a trice, with her legs wrapped-round the trunk - but the ground was spongy and accommodating - like someone I used to know - but I digress, and after a quick bout of laughter, we resumed.
By now the going was getting heavy, and the skies gave us constant misty drizzle, so it was heads down and homeward. However we did come across some huge fungi, gorgeous rosehips, and pretty cobweb formations in the grass - ahhh. - that's all you get in the waxing lyrical dept. Finally we were back - trench foot and wet feet all round, which for Wind, had to remain that way, cos she forgot her shoes. We entered the Star, which was packed today. Lunch finishes at 230 so we made it with 15mins to spare. Good food , good service, and good heavens - is that the time?
Next week - outfits to the fore and we shall assemble at Tandridge to spook our way round the route. I shall practice my screaming - T.B., I know what you would prefer - heh heh heh heh heh
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