Tandridge - Barley Mow

Tues 24 April.

Whoops,there go my trousers!

 Walkers: Eight legs,Farty,TB,Wind.

 Trish in South Africa,and Lil and Clat sorting out their Dad's eye problem.  Hope all went well.

 Distance: Nearly six miles.

 Find of the week: Huge snail.

 

We gathered in the Barley Mow car park with drizzle descending,making us reluctant to leave our cars,and leading to loud conversations through open car windows.  We finally got going,turning left out of the pub,along the road a bit,then turning right onto fields.  I hope I'm right in saying that this was one of our regular walks in reverse.

Due to the weather,Sue was wearing posh wellies,which were very natty in a nazi stormtrooper sort of way (sorry Sue,it was all the goosestepping!),and TB was sporting waterproof trousers which sounded like bags of boiled sweets as he walked.  They had a tendency to fall down as they were a bit too long from waist to gusset,and required quite a bit of adjustment in the crutch area.  The same area was getting hot due to the sauna effect of the trousers.  Our offer to punch in a few air holes was declined.

It was quite muddy after all the rain we've had since the hosepipe ban was introduced,but the countryside looked lovely,and there were plenty of bluebells,which pleased TB(!) and Wind.  We saw a horse who looked like he'd had a perm,and a pig at Godstone Farm with bouffant ears.  They must use the same salon.  There were lots of signs at Godstone Farm along the lines of "now wash your hands please",which reminded us of Bronco and Izal loo paper.  We wondered how we managed using what really was greaseproof paper!

We came across a huge white snail which Mon put on a rock for a photo.  He was a bit shy at first,but eventually his antennae emerged and he gave us a wave.  Mon had picked some wild garlic,and TB said if only we had some butter and a frying pan.....There's always one! He was beginning to think about lunch.  We posed for a group photo at Garston Park, which was the venue for our original blog photo a few years ago,and marvelled at how little we'd changed.  Should have gone to specsavers? We were on the final leg of the walk and got back to the pub where the food and service was good.  Over coffee,talk turned to hysterectomies,(Iforget why),and Mon told us her fibroid was the size of,not a grapefruit,but a cauliflower!  The conversation went downhill after that with talk of giving birth to it,cheese sauce etc.  This was all too much for TB who suggested we get the bill,and after a flash of Mon's new mauve bra,we were off.  You couldn't take us anywhere.

What is this? Answers on a postcard, please!

Next week is Sandra's "significant" birthday!  Details TBA.