Friday Street - The Stephen Langton

Friday Street - The Stephen Langton

 
Tuesday 26th November
Fallen Arches
Walkers:  Farty, T.B., Lil and Clat.  No Sue as her Mum has had a fall - we wish her well. Chris has appts., and so has Windy with a tree fellah, or feller, at a branch meeting - ha ha ha.
Distance: 6.25 miles which pleased Farty
Find of the Walk: a cotton scarf in a delicate shade of pooftah pink

Another fantabulous day - albeit cold, but the sun was out, and all was bright and clear - aren't we lucky?  Clat was told she looked like Janet S.P. in her get-up today, but the boots didn't, as they were covered in duct tape, so she will have to go for a feel from the bloke at the Cotswold shop, and get replacements.
Off we went, straight on to the Greensand Way, and we talked about sex - as you do. Youngsters attitudes to this subject are totally different these days, and ' friends with benefits' doesn't mean ones who get luncheon vouchers - remember those days?
Our route went south and straight, and much undulating was performed as we encountered

numerous fallen trees, hunkering down in the roots of one, pretending to be hobbits and suchlike.
A waterfall too, which reminded Clat that she had to create one too.  At the chosen location, the taps had to be turned off as two walkers came into view. In fact, we met several on our walk today, and lots of testosterone-fuelled men doing manly things like chopping wood, and brandishing chain-saws. Shotguns were heard, popping away, and loads of pheasants who were popping out of it.

We arrived at Broadmoor Bottom, turned right, and commenced a diagonal climb up Whiteberry Hill.  Across some sugar beet fields , and on to some hedges where we dis-lodged  some more testosterone on a ladder.
The Stephen Langton is where we stopped for lunch, and , donning protection on boots, instead of donning protection from Boots, we entered the premises. A warm coal fire was burning, and we parked ourselves in a room nearby. 
The food was superb - full marks all round, and you should have seen the size of Farty's fishcake.  We got chatting to a couple nearby, who remarked on our food, and we remarked on theirs - enormous sandwiches.  We got chatting, joke-telling,  and discovered they live on one of our routes in Westcott - we shall wave when we next pass their house.
We had to go - there was more walking to be done, which is quite a change to our normal walk, chat, walk, chat, walk, chat , walk,chat, stop, eat, drink, loo, leave. 

After 40 mins  we were back at the cars - rather a good way to get your lunch down. 
Next week (December!) - who knows, but you will, once we get our maps sorted -   ta ta xx