Bletchingley 111 - The Red Lion

Tuesday 28th August

From Diarrhoea to Amnesia

Walkers: Farty and T.B. (eventually), 4 Legs, Windy, Lil -Happy Birthday- and Clat

Distance: 7 miles (for some of us)

Find: Farty and T.B.

Perfect weather for our ramblings today.  Blue skies, skudding clouds, a light breeze, and a comfy temperature.  So, are we ready for the off?  A voice from the rear of a car  - 'where are my boots', 'did you not put the boots in?', 'they were by the hall' and so on and so on.  Yes, poor Farty, still recovering from her lurgy had forgotten her footwear.  She couldn't possibly do the circuit in her flip flops, so she and he, were despatched back home, and we despatched northwards.

This is the Rupert the Bear walk, due to its shape on the map.  We arranged to meet up with our missing duo somewhere near the nose.  A good pace was set, and we gradually made our way through fields and trees and school grounds and under the ever-noisy M25, where we usually find masses of fruit on the trees - but not this year.

A quick break, Chris taking advantage of some bushes, and we prepared for the high ascent.  Almost a 1 in 1, we steeple-chased our way up, gasping* all the way.  At the top we were rewarded with some fantastic views across towards Canary Wharf and the Shard, and two very friendly dawgies.  A bleep from Farty alerted us to her imminent arrival from the other direction and we soon had our re-union in the nostrils. We carried on -  and they had to turn round for our gentle descent towards home.

Across the M25 once more, and through a thicket and a thinnet towards some workings - a woman in a ditch with a tiny trowel.  She was excavating the old Bletchingley Palace and had found a wall but nothing else.  She and her colleague have two weeks apparently, to sort through what looks like acres of field - good luck madam.  Prior to this,  Clat had stepped down heavily onto Farty's glasses which had fallen out of her bust (I know, but that's where they get lodged).  It was a complete stile -accident, and could have been worse, but the muddy conditions meant they had got squidged rather than decimated.

To add to this duo's misfortune today, neither of T.B.'s camera batteries were working so, mainly internet-sourced pictures today.

I think it's time we got back to the pub - so we eventually did.  Food and booze ordered and some comparisons with HP versus Daddies sauce and T.B. asked if anyone remembered Dinky Chop Sauce - er no. We notice that Garry Pease will soon be appearing as Rod Stewart,  so we ate ours, paid the bill , and left for home.

Next week could be Borde Hill or Reigate, because Fanny has opened her Pudding Room and we need to see it - make what you will of that.  Ta ta

Walton Heath - The Duke's Head

Tuesday 21 August

Sisters are Doing it for Themselves

Walkers:  4 Legs, Lil and Clat.   Poor Farty has succumbed to a case of the lurgy and things are happening rather nastily at one end.  She's not eaten for 24hrs so it must be bad. She is trying to rest, but as is usual at these in-convenient (no pun intended) times, the window man is there, replacing her sashes and ropes - oops 50 shades snuk in there. 

Windy is in her mother's loft, looking for buried treasure, and  sending many omg messages at the state and the amount of 'stuff' up there.  She is going to be insulated - make what you will of that.

Trish is back out there with her erection, but is pleased with results so far. 

Find of the walk: 0

Distance: 61/2 miles

We were booted and off by 1025!!!  Clat, determined to get the hang of the wretched criss-cross paths etc on these heaths, took everyone to the very edge - and turned right.  The weather was humid but grey, so walking was quite comfy really.  Sue wondered about changing direction, to get to Fanny's Farm.  This place has refurbished tea rooms which opened last Sat. so we do need to check it out.  However, map produced, she realised it was a bit too far today.

So we kind of cobbled things together, and went off towards Lower Kingswood and the Mogador Road, along and through Margery Wood - everywhere was so quiet, and  then it wasn't cos we crossed the M25.  The view from Reigate Hill was lovely today, and before long Sue needed to 'refresh' herself.  Heading into a clump of trees, she came face-to-face with a bunch of Herdwickes then some other walkers with the same idea.  Chris, meanwhile, having spotted a man clad in white overalls, mask, and a spray gun in his hand, had to go and investigate.  We had just had a conversation about some horrible caterpillars which can leave a hair or two around you, and bingo - you get a lurgy too.  He explained he was spraying the hawthorn - that's a new one on me.  We also met Bert, a rescue j.r and a very friendly canine.

The offer of going steeply down and steeply up again, was declined so we went along instead.  Time to cross the M25 again, and in to Walton Heath golf course.  We came across a man looking for his balls........................  All was going well and we passed by The Sportsman and on the right path.  However, some mis-signing, and some mis-management on my part, meant a mis-direction - oh heck.  So a bit of retracement occurred, and we eventually made it back to base, with a quick stop to stroke a 12 week cockapoo, which is not a bird with incontinent problems, but a dog - called Millie.

The pub is looking magnificent with its stupendous hanging baskets - you really should see them.  We were welcomed warmly by Wendy again, and explained what had happened to our group.  Great food as always, and then Sue got the munchies and a pud was required - she does not have worms but is ravenous today.   A raspberry and coconut creation arrived, and was declared yummy - 'i could eat that again' she declared, but she didn't.  We finished our repast and left for home.

Next week is Lil's birthday walk (27th is her actual date, which means that next year, on her significant day, it will be a Tuesday - hurrah)  - she is trying to make up her mind and I shall let you know.  Take care and keep well out there. 

Rusper - The Star

Tuesday 14 August

Rusper Rare RahRah Ramble

Walkers:  Farty, T.B., Windy, 2 Legs, Clat - and Mrs P!!!  More later.................  Chris is out socialising, Lil is in Portsmouth and it is Cowes week - plenty to be seen I can tell you.  Minnie is still under vitinry, so we each had a bag of Mini Cheddars in thoughts of her.

Distance: 71/2 miles - both pedos do not correlate so we took the average.

Find of the Walk: Provincalis magnificus erectus ( well, it's nearly finished apparently)  a birthday balloon, and an anorexic walker - no 75

T.B. has really got the hang of  punctuality - excellent, and we were off by 10.35 and at 10.37 we suffered from  premature direction.  (Some of us have been reading 50 Shades of Whatever, so references will be made  by * - sorry folks).  A fork in the path - we took the left version which proved to be right.  Well done Farty.  In fact, today her navigation skills were honed to perfection which is exactly what was required - again, more later* (he gasped).

This was new territory for us and we travelled at a reasonable pace because it was very hot * humid, and wet, from the torrential rain from the night before -  i should have worn me gaiters*(playroom?)  So, the Sussex Border path it was, and some delightful countryside, vistas and views, with fields bursting with ripened crops , waiting to be harvested -  real English summer stuff to behold.  A cluster of Thelwell ponies complete with riders were on the pathway and we had a chat to their cheerful little owners.   We found ourselves in woods with the odd sighting of the lesser-spotted Rahrah and caught-up on all her news.  Our first break near a horsey area plus bouncing black jack russell to accompany us, and some delicious muesli bars from Mrs P. After this, a conflict of maps ensued, as Clat's and Mon's did not correspond.  Luckily, a passing person pointed us in the right direction and we continued.

More woodland, fields and views followed - this is such a lovely walk, only slightly marred by the continued and constant sound of low-flying aircraft, something most of us are so used to.  We stared at their bellies* and agreed - ' rather them than us. ' We crossed the River Mole, which is tiny in these parts,* continuing to Kirk Farm where it appears that LGW holidaymakers cars are parked, which is ok except they were hiding the pathway signs.  After some tentative vaulting over stiles*? we finally got it right - thank goodness , as by now it was positively steaming*.  Again,  well done Farty.

Another stop for refreshment and then some very tricky and tedious field crossing - full of holes from the cloven hooves of the cows - it was a real assault course*.  Mrs P regaled us of Mr P's recent 60th birthday party and the impressive cheeseboard - 'looks good on a grey slate' we said, and so we concentrated on 50 shades of grey, cheeses - whip-me wensleydale, groaning gouda, ecstatic edam, b-j brie, chafing cheddar, carnal caerphilly, rampant roquefort - the possibilities are endless.

We also chatted about the olly- impics which are now sadly over for the time being ( sadly?, Ed), and how good the closing ceremony was -with a few exceptions though.

The Lamb Inn was encountered, but we ventured on, as we were not far from home.  Clat stupidly announced that we hadn't had any hills to deal with, and then was confronted with a long and high-ish one, which included an alpaca in a field.  Phew!  made it, and we were very glad to be back.  Although we were meant to be eating at The Plough, we saw that the Star was doing a good trade, and, as it also proclaimed that it was the West Sussex Pub of the Year, (but which year? says Windy) we gave it a whirl. 

Good food, good service, good menu, especially as you could have lighter versions of the main courses, so Clat opted for a stifado*, and the others were much more restrained!  Fish and chips, big sausages* and mash, and a crab* if you have too much of the 50. Oh dear, time I stopped - I have no idea where we shall be next week, but I shall be on Book 2 by then - heaven help you.

Another mention for T.B. - he is always very gallant and sorts out our drinks orders - thank you - we do appreciate your manliness*  !!!  He has been rather hirsute today in the facial dept. in readiness for his visit to The Valet, but I don't think he has opted for the 'inter-gluteal cleft' - we shall have a good look next week. 

Bye for now

Warnham - The Sussex Oak

(2 blogs for the price of 1! First from Clatchat & second from Windy)

Tuesday 7 August

Sue's Birthday Browser

Walkers:  Farty and her shoulder, T.B., 2 Legs, Windy, Lil and Clat a.k.a. as the old battle-axe for today.  No Chris, due hospital appts.  No Trish although she is back in the country but not for long, and Minnie  still under vitinry reviews.

Distance: 5 miles - Farty not best pleased!!!

We arrived to find a busy car park, due, we found, to another party of walkers, and quite a big one too, by the looks of things.  T.B. was under orders to get booted and ready for the off, pronto, so he delayed his greetings, except his name for Clat, but it worked and we departed only 5 mins late!!!  He is sporting a rather splendid bindi on his forehead today, acquired courtesy of a kitchen cupboard.  It's great to have Farty back in our midst - she does repair quickly doesn't she?  

Across the road, alongside the church, and straight into fields of glowing and growing crops, and a woman doing some path research for the b.h.s. - not the shop methinks.  The skies were dark and forbidding but that did not deter us, and we were soon on the outskirts of the deer park.  However, Clat decided on a little detour, which meant crossing the A24 and over towards the Warnham Nature Reserve.  First, we had to cross a golf course following the correct footpath signs, but a golfer waved at us, signing that we had gone the wrong way - i.e. right across his fore-play (tee hee).  Clat soon explained that we were right and he acquiesced a bit.  Hey ho, we got across and found a rather nice cafe, and very quickly managed to confuse the server.  Just outside was a rather large insectory which had been aptly called Buginham Palace - cute.  Beverages and cakes for some of us, a trip to the loo, and we were off back across the A24 to resume normal service. 

We passed a very dead deer oh dear, and then came to the path which took us across the deer park.  Some very magnificent stags to behold, with massive antlers, obviously in training for their forthcoming rutting - watch out girls.  The rutting season is almost upon us ,look out, and we saw lots of deer today,the males with large sets of antlers,and nervous looking females as far away as possible.  Bit like the old days down the disco. Onwards we trekked, and more fields before eventually arriving at Warnham Manor, which looked very neat and groomed (it should be for the price of the apartments here).  We chose a slightly different route for our return, and in the middle of a wooded area we bumped right into the 'many' walkers as previously mentioned - 22 in fact,  and all jolly keen.

It wasn't that long before we were on our final stages - far too short a walk for the likes of Farty, but a return to the pub  at 1330 is unheard of - until today.  Actually our return co-incided with the 22 'others' but quite a few of them went home.  Into the pub then, and a good job too, cos it started to rain.   We found a table close to the bar, and the landlord had saved a pie for T.B. So all was well with the world, until he pulled out a brochure for his 'valet' treat.  Here, it seems, you can have a shave, massage and all sorts, and then we got to the waxing page - sac, back, crack, and gluteus maximus anyone?  seems lots of athletes are hairless and so we wonder if T.B. will get his gentleman parts smoothed over, but no, he has settled for a shave  - but which part?

The food was great as it always is, however they forgot Windy's spuds, but seeing as she had forgotten her shoes we wonder what the 3rd thing will be.  However, the former was put down to a new bloke on veg, and the latter could be the beginnings of a Cinderella complex.  We tucked in  and toasted Sue's health and birthday - apparently she will be celebrating by having her bushes trimmed.   The head of 'the others' came over and leant us her walking book - 'Walk and Talk your way to Health', then another head said he would love to see us on one of their walks - somehow, i think not, but you never know.

Birthday Girl!

Most of us are really into the olly-impics so it wasn't long before the party broke up and we went our separate ways.  We shall keep you informed as to next week's venue - ta ta.

Tues 7th August.

Warnham. Sussex Oak.

Walkers: Sue, Clat, Lil, Farty, TB, Wind.

Distance: 5 miles.

Find of the walk: Other ramblers.

We met at the Sussex Oak car park and found it to be unusually packed with other cars.  Enquiries were made and it seemed,shock,horror,other ramblers were in the area.  We came upon them later on,plodding purposefully towards us,as we scattered out of the way.  Martin was taking a "comfort break" at the time,but thankfully was well hidden,otherwise he might have turned round in surprise and splashed more than his boots.

This was Sue's birthday walk,and so after half an hour we stopped for a coffee break at Warnham Nature Reserve.  Having totally confused the girl behind the counter with a variations on a theme coffee order,(we should know better,we had enough of that on board),we settled outside and asked Sue what she was doing for her birthday.  She told us she was having some men round to cut her hedges......I know. I know,you can see where this is going.  Sue said on no account did she want to read anything about any bush trimming,so we'll leave it there.  I may have said too much already.

We set off again,and as so often happens,we found ourselves on a golf course.  Our meanderings across the greens seemed to annoy one chap in particular, I can't think why.  Clat(red rag/anorak to a bull)pointed out we were merely following the signs.  He grudgingly agreed, and then couldn't find his ball,asking Clat if she had perhaps trodden on it. Prickly Pringle wearer!

The rutting season is almost upon us ,look out, and we saw lots of deer today,the males with large sets of antlers,and nervous looking females as far away as possible.  Bit like the old days down the disco.

As we neared the pub we spotted the other dreaded ramblers slightly ahead of us,heading the same way. The olympic spirit kicked in,as some of us took a short cut at high-ish speed.  You could almost hear the Benny Hill music. It was pretty much a dead heat and with a quick long jump we managed to bag a table.  The food was good,as usual here.  Martin told us he'd got a voucher for his birthday for general pampering.wet shave etc. and also for waxing of the "back,sack and crack".  We offered to do this for him,as Wind had some red christmas candles left over that she could melt down,but he didn't seem keen.  

 A member of the other rambling group came over and said if we logged on to the Horsham council website,we could find out more about them.  Come and join us,he said.  Lovely,we said,feigning interest.  Apparently,some of their walks are 12 miles long.  I don't think so!

It was lovely to see Farty back in action after a horrible time with her dislocated shoulder.  She spent a week wearing a sling,and was having trouble putting her hair up and putting on her bra. Martin tried to help,but the chignon was more of a chignoff,and he couldn't manage the bra fastenings. He used to get it off easily enough,said Farty, nostalgically.  So she spent the week with no bra on, and wearing an alice band.  Good job she wasn't out and about,she might have been taken into care!

Next week week is TBA.  Happy birthday for Thursday Sue. xx

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Leigh - The Plough

Tuesday 24 July

Walkers:  4 Legs, Windy, Clat and Lil. 

Now I expect you are wondering what happened to Farty and T.B.? Well, due to an incident in the hen-run the night before, with a trip to A and E added on, we discovered that Farty has dis-located her shoulder.  Of course, the accident has been blamed on T.B., 'who should have filled in the hole', and also her beloved Crocs, which are now consigned to EBay.  The injury was extremely painful, and after a wrong initial diagnosis (broken humerus - not very funny, ha ha), her shoulder was manipulated ,accompanied by screams and the biting of nurses, then finally extreme morphine, and the shoulder was back in place.  Steve Carter our Vitinry, was in attendance, and got her home safely, having remembered to cancel the take-away curry in the process.  We 'phoned her en-route, and the latest update is rest, relaxation, and physio in a few weeks' time.  Get Well Soon xxxxx

Right then, on to Minnie.  Her back issues haven't gone away yet, and she seems to have the doggie equivalent of a slipped-disc.  We are hoping that laser treatment and rest will sort her out too - perhaps the two should re-cuperate together, but I don't think that will go down too well with Farty's pussies.  Another Get Well for her, too.

Distance: 7 miles

Find: it was hot

We assembled early, and were off and away by 10.35 - excellent.  We thought it best to keep moving -(this is a well-known route for us), and to get back to the pub a.s.a.p for refreshment.  Our route can easily be found on previous blogs, but patches of grassland were very wet and boggy, plus a few cows were thrown in for good measure, so you can guess how that affected some of us.   Not many folk about and we were suitably creamed and hatted, although Chris was going strapless to even-up her suntan and to appear naked in the group photos.

Several lycra-clad cyclists were sighted and commented-on - practicing for the upcoming Olympics which will feature in our area very soon. - nice tight shorts too.

No pub stop at The Dolphin - we were on a mission.  The development at Wonham Mill is coming along, and some of the fields appeared to be growing marijuana but think it was hemp instead - we were not high- as- kites after walking through it, so it must have been the latter.  Yes , this was a bit like a scene from Tenko in parts, but we made it back to the pub and were in it by 1330 - a record!!

However, we were dis-appointed to find that the pub has had a re-furb, and in our opinion, not an improvement either.  The place has had its guts ripped out, thus removing all its character.  In its place, are sterile wooden floors and wall pannelling, a pretend fireplace with gas heater.  The loo area has been converted into a darts hall, and the 'easing' facilities have been shoved at the back.  A cold stone floor, a loo that doesn't flush properly, and a ridiculous tap in the shape of a stick, which you cannot turn off properly ,thus flooding the sink unit and the floor.  These modern gizmos have their place (but not in my opinion), and the good old-style knobbly taps work, last a lot longer, and easier to use - I rest my case..........

So, we now have zilch atmosphere, and even our usual locals were not there, but an interesting female of a certain type entered the premises, with her 80" heels on, drank champagne, and gave us certain looks.  We were not phased, and ate our lunch which was the usual good standard. An ode was composed for our dis-located friend and here it is.  The first line will give you a clue as to its tune.

Oh dear what can the matter be?

Farty fell down

On her anatomy

She ended up

In hospital casualty

God! did they know she was there

They pushed and they pulled

As they played with her clavicle

But then when she swore

They became much more radical

The morphine kicked in

And things became magical

Good job Steve Carter was there

So now she is home

With her bits re-located

Drinking plenty of wine

She'll soon be placated

Then back to the walks

And the place she vacated

We hope that you'll soon be back there

Right then - fab, wasn't it?  Next week, bearing in mind that the lavender is ready, and that the location is close to Mis Dis-locate, then we shall meet at Oaks Park.   Bye for now, and watch where you walk!!

Abinger Hammer - The Wotton Hatch

Tuesday 10th July

Show Me The Monet

Walkers:  Farty, T.B., 4 legs - Minnie not quite up for it, yet., Clat and Lil. Windy c/o nhs

Distance: well, a bit debatable as the two pedos came up with different numbers, so we split the difference and are calling it 7 1/2 miles - ok?

Find of the Walk: rain

On arrival at rendezvous, Clat and Lil noticed Chris talking to a man in a van.  Turns out it's the Beeb, filming a series to be called Mayday, and try as she might, we just couldn't get any work as extras.  Apparently it will star Peter Firth - or fourth or fifth, as far as I'm concerned, as I haven't a clue who he is.  Anyway, much activity, and, they were shooting in a field we intended to traverse - eyes and teeth, eyes and teeth - you might get noticed.

The skies did not bode well, but our walk  was designed with that in mind, so byways, and highways had been mapped in, on sandy soil and under pine woods, but we still  encountered many a big puddle which 4 legs delighted in treading in , ever hopeful for that specific Dawn French moment.  After about an hour we found our coffee stop - the Plough at Coldharbour.  Quite an odd reception we got - the staff from up North, and although open for coffee we were told we had to wait for the machine to heat up.  Then a few locals entered, and we thought we were in a scene from League of Gentlemen - 'you're not from round here are you', came to mind, and where was Tubbs we wondered?  As Chris pointed out - a local pub for local people.  Have to say, we weren't made terrifically welcome.  The coffee was cold , the alleged ' no mint tea' miraculously turned into 'yes mint tea', no hot milk was proffered? And more locals arrived and surrounded us, complete with enooooooooooooormous dobermann in tow.  Time to leave.

The rain showers had started in Earnest  (poor man), and we travelled through woods, having to get round quite a few fallen trees. We found a man with a pair of borders, who said we were travelling in the right direction - good.   Then the Monet moment - some well-lilied ponds covered in reds and yellows and the odd swan or too - quite unexpected and quite formidable, as they say in Monet land.  Then we came to a waterfall - not quite Niagara so shall we call it Viagara? - quite lovely to see, and T.B. has made a recording of its noises.  You may need to spend a penny after viewing.

A left turn, and over the Tilling Bourne and an incredibly steep climb followed next - phew.  Our path then became rather blocked by a fat tractor and trailer.  The occupants were soon spotted, banging posts into the ground as they re-laid a fence which had been there 20 years - we were on the Wotton Estate and, passing Wotton House, we made another turn for home, and the heavens opened.  The Beeb were in the hall having lunch, and had obviously packed up - no more Mayday today then.  We scurried into the pub, and were given a very good welcome and feed - prices not too bad, either, so all in all a pretty good day.

Next week though, Farty will be director of ops as hospital appts -see what I did there?-  beckon. Sue thinks she might get trapped by an Olympic torch and will be unable to get anywhere - who knows what will happen.  You can find out next week - time for my bath  - night night. xx

Bletchingley - The Whyte Harte

Tuesday 3 July

I Feel it in my Fingers, I Feel it in my Toes - an homage to Wet Wet Wet, cos that's how we got today.  Moving on...........

Walkers:  Farty, T.B., 4 Legs, Windy, Lil and Clat - fresh back from their Majorcan vacacione which was fabulous, thank you.   Minnie not quite up to scratch yet, and anyway it was far too wet for a little under-carriage to cope with.  Trish is back 'out there' watching  IT get bigger and bigger.

Find of the Walk:  a scrubbing brush bush

Distance: 8 miles - accidental by the way!!!

Well, despite thoughts of calling today's walk off, Farty and Clat decided 'what the heck' and just got on with it.  The forecast wasn't too bad, but generally we were met with light squalls, and fluffy rain - so lots of seepage to contend with, but, it wasn't cold, and we got nice and hot-housey in our anoraks.

We set off behind the church in a Westerly direction which is a familiar route for us, and then Northwards towards the famous M25, and entered a field - high in the wheatstakes so there was quite a lot of chuff to contend with, and wet gussets (as Windy would say), to deal with afterwards, but we are valiant walkers.  Water Lane ( which is apt considering the weather), and under the motorway , out on to Mercers Park,  where we saw feathered friends swanning about - as Windy would say.  All was going well - fatal assumption to make with us lot, and we came out by the Inn on the Pond and a beautiful display of roses.  An aside - roses are flowers, but presenters seem to pronounce the word as flars, and another thing, they pronounce mayor as mare - we need a Dimbleby interjection. O.K. carry on..................................

Time for a bit of slipping, sliding, and ducking, as we turned the corner for home, and after passing through the church of St Peter and Paul (don't know what happened to Mary), we entered a field of - horses - o-oh.  We nearly made it across, then,  just as Sue and Clat were discussing Scientology - wot izzit?, when this dreadful noise started , created by a rampant steed.  Sue grabbed Clat, Clat sort of rooted, Sue said 'run', Clat said 'just keep swimming' (a quote from Finding Nemo),  and we got to the other side.  The scientology horse then galloped away, so we were safe.  We took a turn and found two ponies with a baby foal - much better, and then made our first direction error.  We found ourselves walking alongside a lake, which we knew to be wrong, but the other paths looked dejected and derelict, with broken stiles to boot - ha ha.  T.B. got a lead on and found himself next to a helicopter - from lilypad to helipad in one move.

We were stuck - we climbed over some gates, which Windy reminded us were endangering  famous g------ area having 7 bars! We ended up back at the church - time was pressing, so we roaded it all the way back to the pub.  A quick change, due to more rain, and in to the pub, to the table kindly booked by Farty.  We sat by a real log fire - yes folks, this is July.  Much better experience than last time, with polite staff, fresh flowers everywhere, clean and tidy, and good food - see, what a difference in just a few months.

Farty delighted us with a 1974 copy of Family Circle, and Lil and Clat both found their dinner service being advertised inside -  oooo Midwinter was all the rage then you know.  We re-discovered the joys of courtelle, twin sets, flowery prints and kaftans.  Time to go - next week, as Windy will be taking her mother plus brain, for an appt. we shall walk from the Wotton Hatch at Wooton.  Be there or be square as they probably said in 1974.  Ta ta.