Tuesday 6th March
Walkers: Farty, T.B., Windy, 8 legs, Lil and Clat
Distance: 7 1/2 miles
Find of the Walk: 0
Yes, we're back from the Hampshire coastline, which we (Lil and Clat) walked for 6 miles, and it was a good job the tide was out - need I say more? We found lots of things dangling from trees - dog muzzle, beautiful blue suede trainer, and many gloves attached to finger post footpath signs.
Right, now where were we? Funnily enough, even though we hadn't heard from the landlord in response to 'the' complaint letter, we convened and walked again. It was cold and damp and off we went west then south and came out at Warnham Manor. This is a converted residential place - - a 2 bed flat is for sale here at £481k, so that gives you an idea. It gives one a feeling of poshness about it, and even the geese , beautifully groomed and sleek, waddled about with their beaks in the air.
Not too muddy underfoot, but the wretched brambles have an annoying habit of lasso-ing your legs whenever they hear you coming - they got me in the garlics and down i went - new trousers too - criminal.
We eventually arrived at Slinfold - a pretty little village, full of Jane Austen-type houses and a real feeling of English country . The local is called The Red Lion which Wind preferred to pronounce in French - Je don't know porquoi either., so Leon Rouge it was then.
The signs of spring are becoming evident, bouncing blooms and clumps of snowdrops and tete a tete daffs. -keeping this French you see. We wandered through the churchyard and headed for Warnham once more. An un-eventful walk followed - Mon and Clat discovered the early garlic leaves and picked a goodly bunch - boy did we smell nice afterwards. On we travelled, and got back to the pub, in plenty of time to order and eat. Some of us popped into the butchers and got stuff, and then into the pub to order. It's pie week, so most of the group had one. They arrived , fat and juicy, and with a good selection of veg - excellent for just under £9.00. The loos have had a make-over, and all was well.
We spied the landlord in the background, and wondered if he would come over - he did. Before long, he told us we could order our food ahead of our arrival, and that's when Farty 'went in for the kill' !!!!!!!!!!!!! Done in a nice way, she explained what had happened to us the last time we walked from his hostelry, and he told us he didn't know about that. 'Didn't you get our letter?' asked Farty. Apparently he didn't and said that food could be ordered right up until 2.30 and he was sorry we had been put out. He then said coffees were on the house and apologised again. Enough said, so we are now back on track for the Sussex Oak.
Farty is very attached to her new maps, and after a great deal of rustling, opening, and folding, it was decided she was trying to nest in said object - well, it is Spring, after all. We origami-ed her back into shape, and readied for home. Next week, there is talk of going to Ashfold Crossways - new walk, new pub - how exciting! Details by text as usual. Better go now, as the broccoli soup is having an effect.........................................................
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