Tuesday 11 June and I don't know where last week's blog is either - up the shard probably
Walking Doesn't Get Wetter Than This (or does it?) - see what prog I am alluding to or is it eluding?
Walkers: Farty, 6 Legs, Lil and Clat. TB is spending quality time with his son. They've been up the shard, which Clat mis-heard as chard, and was wondering what they were doing climbing a vegetable. Windy's Mum isn't too good today, so best to keep an eye on her, and Chris was at apps with Brian.
Now, this weather forecast thing is becoming a bit of a joke. We were assured by these wonderful meteorologists that we would have the odd bit of misty rain, not for long, and it would clear up later - it didn't. We have now decided to reverse everything they forecast, and then we stand a good chance of being weather-clever.
So we met up under grey skies, commented on the fruits coming along on the trees, and set off. Across the road and to the side of the garage, and soon out into open country - the Sussex Border Path. Farty and Clat were being very particular on getting the route right and we entered some woods, and just as Sue had disappeared to freshen=up, we met a walker and her dog Beau and engaged her in conversation to save Sue's knickers. We succeeded.
The path isn't that clear, but we made good headway. This is beautiful walking country, spoilt by the constant loud sounds of aircraft overhead, as Rusper is right on the flight-path. The fields are full of lovely summer wild flowers and the trees are in full green - soon be Christmas. The woods have evidence of millions of bluebells, and there was still wild garlic to be had. We were doing so well, until we came to a field full of bullocks and sheep - no go then. Some roadage had to be performed. By now the misty rain was in full tilt and we were getting wet. We decided to carry on rather than turn back. Our clothes became patent looking with their wetness, but us mortals got on with it. We eventually caught up with the track again, and headed through Russ Hill Hotel, which has thousands of cars parked there - all for the airport. Eventually we found the right track and the rest was quite straightforward, except for a herd of horses in a field. Farty distracted them and we sidled along the fence, keeping a good distance. Sue got to grips with her Samsung 'technology' and took a few snaps of some other hosses.
Nearly home - we were drenched, and all thoughts of eating afterwards were dismissed - no spare clothes were available - Windy you missed the gusset activity! In fact, Lil's watermark was at crutch-level, so we quickly said our good-byes, and headed for home to get dry and warm, and Clat decided to have her own British Bake Off in her quest for the perfect cupcake - she is on to batch 3 so success shouldn't be far off should it?
We shall let you know about next week - and whether a cupcake perfection was achieved. ta ta
Tuesday, 18 June 2013
Walton on the Hill - The Duke's Head
Tuesday 4 June
Walking on Sunshine - well, it did win Eurovision
Walkers: Farty, T.B., Windy, 8 Legs, Clat. Lil is preparing for a trip to Lundy with husband, who has a sore shoulder, and Mrs P has gone Sarth West again, to check the erection and stuff.
Find of the Walk: Toothbrush - no tooth fairy but a different one today - read on.
Distance: 71/2 miles - due to a wrong turn - eeeeeeeet 'appens
What a fabulous day! The sun was soaring in the sky, the birds were singing, the flowers and trees are popping out all over the place, and this is the best place to be when we have this weather. Enough - let's get going then.
We set off through the woods, and immediately spotted a deer -
aaaaah. A rather gorgeous beast, who didn't seem to be too shy with us, and we lowered our voices, took pics., and carried on towards the pond. The 'girls' carried on carrying on, and then it was realised that T.B. was missing. Chris did some summoning with her bird calls, to no avail. Mon's bosom rang - she answered it, to the dulcet tones of 'where are you?' Clat did her screecher voice (i.e. her normal one), and T.B. managed to find us again. We discovered, later on, that he had been snapping birds at the pond. The beautifully coiffured mallards were preparing to bonk their girl, whilst a heron looked on - and this is nature. Well duck me!
We continued on towards the Downs - funny how everyone likes to say 'hello' on a day like this, and we passed a dog with what looked like a hamster cage on his face, but it was to stop him being hostile, and Minnie made sure he knew she was around. Suddenly the drumming of hooves was heard, as a few equine beasts thundered past - phew, could have been another Pankhurst moment there. We came to the Downs proper - scene of last week's Derby, and the mess and detritus was still being cleared up. The pub was in view and we headed there for a beverarge.
The bar tender told us they don't do anything skinny - I am not going to comment on her appearance. So it was full-fat all round as we ordered coffees, and drank them with the dubious aroma of silage in the background. The loos were visited, and we set off homeward. We lost the power cables, we missed a turn, and ended up doing a bit more walking than planned, but hey ho it's lovely weather, and we got on with it. The dog poo notices were abundant - think there might be a pic in this blog.
Back at base, we noted Wendy the landlady's hanging orbs (window baskets to you), which have just been
planted. Wendy is away in Dubai, but the staff were helpful and attentive, and the food was excellent. T.B. read some snippets from the Mail, and informed us that the smell of emissions from our parts could help us in some ways, so we could all break wind, happy in the knowledge that it is doing us good - even with the windows closed.
Time to go home, as Andy Pandy would say. Next week we are thinking of the Star in Rusper, but we shall text you nearer the time, mallards and ladies.
Walking on Sunshine - well, it did win Eurovision
Walkers: Farty, T.B., Windy, 8 Legs, Clat. Lil is preparing for a trip to Lundy with husband, who has a sore shoulder, and Mrs P has gone Sarth West again, to check the erection and stuff.
Find of the Walk: Toothbrush - no tooth fairy but a different one today - read on.Distance: 71/2 miles - due to a wrong turn - eeeeeeeet 'appens
What a fabulous day! The sun was soaring in the sky, the birds were singing, the flowers and trees are popping out all over the place, and this is the best place to be when we have this weather. Enough - let's get going then.We set off through the woods, and immediately spotted a deer -
aaaaah. A rather gorgeous beast, who didn't seem to be too shy with us, and we lowered our voices, took pics., and carried on towards the pond. The 'girls' carried on carrying on, and then it was realised that T.B. was missing. Chris did some summoning with her bird calls, to no avail. Mon's bosom rang - she answered it, to the dulcet tones of 'where are you?' Clat did her screecher voice (i.e. her normal one), and T.B. managed to find us again. We discovered, later on, that he had been snapping birds at the pond. The beautifully coiffured mallards were preparing to bonk their girl, whilst a heron looked on - and this is nature. Well duck me!
We continued on towards the Downs - funny how everyone likes to say 'hello' on a day like this, and we passed a dog with what looked like a hamster cage on his face, but it was to stop him being hostile, and Minnie made sure he knew she was around. Suddenly the drumming of hooves was heard, as a few equine beasts thundered past - phew, could have been another Pankhurst moment there. We came to the Downs proper - scene of last week's Derby, and the mess and detritus was still being cleared up. The pub was in view and we headed there for a beverarge.The bar tender told us they don't do anything skinny - I am not going to comment on her appearance. So it was full-fat all round as we ordered coffees, and drank them with the dubious aroma of silage in the background. The loos were visited, and we set off homeward. We lost the power cables, we missed a turn, and ended up doing a bit more walking than planned, but hey ho it's lovely weather, and we got on with it. The dog poo notices were abundant - think there might be a pic in this blog.
Back at base, we noted Wendy the landlady's hanging orbs (window baskets to you), which have just been
planted. Wendy is away in Dubai, but the staff were helpful and attentive, and the food was excellent. T.B. read some snippets from the Mail, and informed us that the smell of emissions from our parts could help us in some ways, so we could all break wind, happy in the knowledge that it is doing us good - even with the windows closed.
Time to go home, as Andy Pandy would say. Next week we are thinking of the Star in Rusper, but we shall text you nearer the time, mallards and ladies.
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