Rusper - no pub due weather

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