Tanhouse Farm - Newdigate

Does My Ass Look Big In This? - title kindly supplied by Registrara

Tuesday 12 July

Walkers: Farty, T.B.(which now also means The Baker), 12 legs, Windy, Registrara, Lil and Clat.

Mrs P is preparing for a very early start and a girlie shopping/drink fest with Polly Possibly et la filles, en France. Sally is occupied with imminent q.r.s., and Hoots has another appt with the solicitor. One fine day we shall get a full turn-out and we can amend the RahRas web page group photograph.

Find of the walk: a sign telling us to expect kangaroos in 25km.
Distance: 6 1/2 miles - nice.

For our faithful blog followers you will note that we were not at the lav. fields - they are not ready and we shall visit them once they are in full flush - ha ha ha ha ha.

It was a grey day as we assembled in a field adjacent to this farm, and its marvellous shop which sells food and drink. No wines or spirits are sold, but we are allowed to bring our own - so we did. However, pre-walk we had coffees and teas served by a very friendly woman, and then off we went, in an easterly direction.

Master Baker loaf!

T.B. has been on a bread-making course, and regaled us with his day of kneading things, and watching things rise, all with the help of a shower cap. He brought some of his handywork along, and we were impressed with the shape and texture - well done that man. Clat and Lil did regalia about their recent trip to Torquay with parents, and Farty did even more with tales of her visit to her sister near Ross-on-Wye. Still, it's nice to be back together again and to catch up on everyone's news.

Very soon we came to Ockley Lodge where two gorgeous little donkeys lived. One had a wonky ear, and the other wanted to be cuddled all the time. However, Josephine and Minnie caused a lot of unwanted interest, and Sue nearly had her ass butted by one of them. Then we were surrounded by lots of yapping little dogs, one of which, a fox terrier, nipped at poor Chris. We made it to safety and continued to Home Farm (not the one from the Archers), and through woods, fields and more woods until we eventually came out at Charlwood.

The inevitable loss of route occurred, due to lack of signage, and some which we found in a ditch, but it wasn't a huge delay, and it did result in Chris walking through a field which contained cows - well done that woman!

We came to a fork - we turned left, eventually reaching Beggarhouse Lane after a little more misplacementness, and the intervention of a tractor driver who asked us if we were lost. We were not, cos we had just sorted out where we had gone wrong. Quite a lot of track walking then followed, and we noted the changes that had occurred since we last did that route.

Another fork - we turned left again, and southwards followed by westwards, and more donkey action before finally arriving at the farm. Here we ate glorious home-reared and cooked meats and fritttattttattatattas with a good selection of salads. This was followed by home-reared cake and beverages, to round off a good meal.

So, the lav awaits - we shall let you know when the constipation is over. In the meantime, we hope for some sunny weather to bring it on, and here endeth this week's blog!