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.