(So Darling) Save the Last Pie For Me - kindly suggested by T.B.
Walkers: Farty, T.B., Windy, Clat, and, 8 LEGS! Yes folks Minnie is back - however some of this is due to, unfortunately, Mum having had a stroke and is in hospital. She is doing well, and we all wish her love and good things for her speedy recovery. Lil is getting ready for her trip to Nice - nice, and I have a nice niece. Sally is walking to Vancouver, which is a lot further than our walk today.
T.B. has been working hard on getting RAHRAS 2 up and running, so well done and thank you. There are a few teething issues to be sorted, but any comments are useful - he says.
Find of the Walk: an albino hedgehog - well, it could have beenDistance: 7 1/2 miles
Very grey and rainy skies today, and we did feel the odd spot or two - not with the acne but with the weather. Farty's beloved Capri was stolen last Tuesday evening, right underneath her nose, and thanks to T.B. and his car chase, it was found not far away, abandoned, and she drove it home with her gloves on, to help the police with their dabs search. Apparently, her car is worth more in pieces than whole, (she has valuable parts), but the steering wheel lock now in place, should help with future potential nickings. Then her kettle packed up. Clat's shower knob * came off in her hand, so she is now awaiting a plumbing job. However, Chris is finally back on broadband - since August 24 and AOL in India kindly informed her it was the tree's fault. Time to move off.
Farty had devised a new shape on the map and shortly after a familiar path, we veered off to the right - new territory - woo hooo. Benland Wood and then on to Northlands Road, where we found a tall turreted building, like something from My Little Pony, and a woman with a My Little Ponytail, busy with her bushes*. Dawes Farm and Monks Farm - plenty of equestrian stuff going on here with veterinary (Steve, your big moment) practices, and polo businesses. Farty found a dead shrew, and then a dead mouse, both of which were picked up and examined closely. She is good at this, especially as last weekend she found an injured sheep and reported it - some dog savagery apparently. 
Now, for weeks (except for last week), we've hardly encountered cowage, but this week, knowing Chris was with us, they decided to re-group and let us know they were there. Lots of mooing and cooing, especially to the 3 bulls in the area, wearing their bling, and showing us their 13" 
Honeybush Farm, Honeywood House, which formed a V sign on our map - kindly demonstrated by Sue, and we came to Rowhook and the Chequers Inn, which we shall visit on another day. We headed for home, and got a lick on, to be back in time for lunch. We journeyed through clagginess, fields of pheasants and mushrooms, and made it with 1/2 hour to spare. Covered in mud, but quickly changed, and we were in the bosom* of the pub. Our very congenial landlord welcomed us in and informed us it was curry week - so most of us ordered a pie. Windy's fish and chips was Dorset-sized, and Farty's shepherd's pie was full, with a fluffy top. Sue professed she preferred cottaging (pies-wise) - so we left it at that. 
Next week we shall be somewhat depleted as Farty and T.B are also off to French France, but we shall meet up and amble - what about Dunnings cos that is nearer for the Southern branch of our wonderful group.? Allez-vous mes amis xxx
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