Dunnings Mill - East Grinstead

Tuesday 9 August

Sue's Birthday Boulevarde

Walkers: Farty, T.B. 6 legs, Windy, Registrara - joined, later, by Lil and Clat, and then Chris joined us for lunch.
Distance: 61/3 miles

Find of the Walk: Underpants (no relation to the ones living near Reigate Hill), a tree t-shirt, an air-sock, and an old boot (not the human variety)

This first bit is 'remotely' written by Clat, as she has had both hips injected with cortisone, in another attempt to alleviate the problem, and has been told to build up the walking - soooooooooooooooooooo she did! (as they say in The Little Red Hen)

Lovely weather, and off they went, a little later than planned, but they still went off. It's believed there was a bit of an upper, followed by a bit of a downer, and eventually arriving at the Weir Wood Reservoir. The floral landscapes of grasses and wild flowers looked really pretty, especially with the backdrop of puffy white clouds in the blue blue skies.

Timing was perfect as they reached the Bluebell Railway Line, and the birthday girl's sensitive ears picked up a train coming along (they were strong as well, ha ha ha ha ha). The steam engine arrived, they waved, and the moment passed, so it was back to the route.
Coming out of a little bit of woodland, the group found Clat and Lil, who had headed off to start the walk at the end, so to speak, and thus meeting up - it worked this time. Greetings were exchanged, happy to yous were sung, and the expected 'Dr Livingstone I presume' was spoken.

So, back along the track, and up through some woods, before eventually arriving at the Saints Hill playing grounds. Across the road, beyond the Scientology place - which is guarded - and on to another find.

This was, in fact, a rather old white Mitsubishi car - called Wendy!!! We had no idea she had contacts in the Motorshow arena, and she graced us with a pose across the bonnet, of her latest racy model.

Further along, we came to a house with the most magnificent backdrop (literally), view. The garden at the rear, fell away, within yards of the building, to reveal the vista which would be welcome at any time. However, knowing there wasn't much space at the back, led us to think that there might not be much more time to enjoy the scenery.

We travelled on and back on the High Weald Landscape Trail, where we found the old boot, and eventually to Dunnings Mill to disrobe. Reg left us at this point, after dispensations of damson jelly and the like. Clat has been straining in the kitchen again, and thought she might write a book about her jam-making activities. Titles such as 'The Pot, Thickens' and 'Have I lost the Pot?' - probably.............................

Lunch was consumed with the sounds of the gentle jogging of the water-wheel, and the bruising noises of diggers and sweepers trucks, as Dunnings Mill Squash Courts have been demolished, and a new housing development, plus a care home, are in the process of construction. Poor T.B. got most annoyed, but it was rather an intrusion.

After this , a lemon drizzle cake, complete with candle, emerged from a carrier bag, and we sang our happy to yous to our victim, who had to prepare for the inevitable blow job to come (oh dear, that sounds a bit rude). A few quizzes followed: Farty had provided a general knowledge one, followed by an 'August Teaser' - anyone remember 'Titbits'? Clat provided one of hers, and it all went downhill from there really. Bengal is not the first name of Tiger Woods, and Hinge and Bracket is not the name for a diptych. Hey ho, time for home methinks.

Some of the party are meeting later in the week to go dogging. The National Dog Trials are on near Boxhill, and worth a visit. On from 11-13th so have a look on the web, if you are interested. I would advise against googling 'dogging' and be a bit more specific in your request.

Otherwise, it's next Tuesday as usual - texts will arrive eventually. xxxx