A Winter Wanderland
Walkers: Farty, T.B., 8 Legs, Windy, Lil and Clat. Sally, later. Mrs P is back in the bundu, stroking her impalas (yes, really), in 30 deg heat, and watching out for stray giraffes falling into her pool. I don't know what she's on either.
Distance: 51/2 miles
Find: nothing to report, today
Rather chilly today - so we were well wrapped
up, and after a frosty start, we found ourselves in a rather lovely, clear and sunny day. Success at last after weeks of no walking due rotten weather.
We went sarth as they say in London, and across some fields and Gibbs Brook, where we bumped into a bouncy springer. Minnie was wearing her new thermal coat, with stand-up collar, so she looked quite the part. She changed into combat fatigues later.
We crossed the busy A22 and into a field diagonally -not us, the
path. Then some confusion began, as there was no signage at the expected
place. After a dig about, we found the rotting carcass of signs and got
going again. If the farmers would pay heed to the above, then they wouldn't
see us straggling across their fields trying to find the next bit of the
path. We did find it, again, buried deep in some bushes. Muddy underfoot and then we got on to the Greensand Way, and dried out somewhat - marvelous. We stopped for a break and T.B. showed us his knots on his anorak - yes, i think conversation was a bit slow today. They stand for poverty, chastity, and obedience - did he buy it from a monastery I ask myself.
Tilburstow Hill, then Garston Park, where Clat wanted to check her location, so
the only thing you can do in this situation is to flag a Jag, which she did,
and the occupant told her where she was and where to go - charming. Next we
were walking through Godstone Farm, and noted a few additions to the play area,
and then it was off to do some heavy petting. Pigs mainly, Gloucester Old
Spots, Tamworths, and a traditional pink job. Chris got her compass pole
out and placed it near said pig's privates and declared they were heading
sarth too - a pork prolapse.Down then to The Enterdent and eventually getting to the pub, half an hour earlier than planned, which meant Sally didn't get her text message for our arrival at the right time. Into the pub, lovely and warm, with crackling fires and a friendlier barmaid this time. The menu is not very big or inspiring, but if you want a smaller main dish, then that is possible. There's not much fish, and no jacket potatoes either. Sally made it despite getting lost a bit, and has a bright red new mini - the purchase was made whilst having two new tyres fitted on her old mini - good salesmanship there. She also supplied some very welcome Lindt d'or (sp?) chocs.
Then Minnie decided that a newly-arrived Bichon Frisee (this is a dog, not a lettuce), needed to be given a good mouthful, and dressed in her combat gear, she was no contest for the white fluffy job lurking nearby.
So, not a lot to report this week, but it was great to catch-up with each other. We shall advise re the next venue, and fingers crossed that this drier weather will continue, but Carol at the Beeb seems to think otherwise. Adieu x
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