Earlswood - The Joshua Tree

T'was a Windy Day - Without Her

Tuesday 29th November
Walkers: Farty, T.B., 8 Legs, Mrs Provincial, Lil and Clat.

No Windy today, on account of her latest appearance in the kitchen-sink drama 'U-Bend Over', which is exactly what she did, and ricked her back. We wish her a speedy recovery and a return to walkability.

Find of the walk: various garments

Distance: 7 miles - just

Bit of a dreak morning as they say up North, but we were game on after only a slight hesitation due to some rain showers. Heavy rain forecast for later on, and that happened - after our walk. However, it was very windy today, and a bit chilly, so hats and warm-wear was the order for the day.

We blew over some of the golf-course, and came to the Earlswood Park Hospital which is now a very developed housing estate. A road called Asylum Arch Way should give you a clue as to what this place was originally built for.

Here we found a pair of black knickers - not in the best condition, and this was followed by a pair of long black sox - more later. We were very soon, and surprisingly for this area, into areas of fields, woodland and views. Loads of stiles today, which beats the ones we find in Leigh. A little bit of the Greensand Way before heading South towards Masons Bridge Road, where we found everything under the sun had been ejected from vehicles - cups, dishes, rubber mats, a size 16 brown jacket and more - it was literally littered with litter.

Back on a safe footpath once more to cross a not- so -safe, very busy, multi-track railway line. The trains whizz past at an alarming speed and not one gave us a nee-nah.

Into some woodland now, where the wind dropped completely and we had our break with the lovely muesli bars supplied by Mrs P. Here Minnie Ewbank came into her own as she picked up any crumbs which happened her way. Onwards then, and back into the wind. Delightful walking for a goodly way ensued, with coppiced woods, pebbled streams - and hedge laying.

Towards the end we came to the Earlswood Lakes smothered in birds, and some more clothing - this time a stretchy, red, Anne Summers top which looked as if it had been ripped from its owner - what a night this young lady seems to have had - wonder if she knows Tara from Ardingly?

Lots of discussions on the walk: T.B. has been making mustards so we were getting his marketing slogan sorted_ Martin's Magnificent Mustards for Real Men - watch this space. Mrs P informed us that some tattoos on women are called 'tramp stamps', and we agreed that Jilly Johnson is looking good for her age - we are a diverse bunch really.

Right then, back to the pub. Food prices are excellent - and quite a varied menu. We were served at the table, and no complaints were heard. A quiz or two followed, and then we left, as it was very wet outside and getting dark - back to the dreak then.

Next week's walk is a t.b.a. xxxxx