Tuesday 3 July
I Feel it in my Fingers, I Feel it in my Toes - an homage to Wet Wet Wet, cos that's how we got today. Moving on...........
Walkers: Farty, T.B., 4 Legs, Windy, Lil and Clat - fresh back from their Majorcan vacacione which was fabulous, thank you. Minnie not quite up to scratch yet, and anyway it was far too wet for a little under-carriage to cope with. Trish is back 'out there' watching IT get bigger and bigger.
Find of the Walk: a scrubbing brush bush
Distance: 8 miles - accidental by the way!!!
Well, despite thoughts of calling today's walk off, Farty and Clat decided 'what the heck' and just got on with it. The forecast wasn't too bad, but generally we were met with light squalls, and fluffy rain - so lots of seepage to contend with, but, it wasn't cold, and we got nice and hot-housey in our anoraks.
We set off behind the church in a Westerly direction which is a familiar route for us, and then Northwards towards the famous M25, and entered a field - high in the wheatstakes so there was quite a lot of chuff to contend with, and wet gussets (as Windy would say), to deal with afterwards, but we are valiant walkers. Water Lane ( which is apt considering the weather), and under the motorway , out on to Mercers Park, where we saw feathered friends swanning about - as Windy would say. All was going well - fatal assumption to make with us lot, and we came out by the Inn on the Pond and a beautiful display of roses. An aside - roses are flowers, but presenters seem to pronounce the word as flars, and another thing, they pronounce mayor as mare - we need a Dimbleby interjection. O.K. carry on..................................
Time for a bit of slipping, sliding, and ducking, as we turned the corner for home, and after passing through the church of St Peter and Paul (don't know what happened to Mary), we entered a field of - horses - o-oh. We nearly made it across, then, just as Sue and Clat were discussing Scientology - wot izzit?, when this dreadful noise started , created by a rampant steed. Sue grabbed Clat, Clat sort of rooted, Sue said 'run', Clat said 'just keep swimming' (a quote from Finding Nemo), and we got to the other side. The scientology horse then galloped away, so we were safe. We took a turn and found two ponies with a baby foal - much better, and then made our first direction error. We found ourselves walking alongside a lake, which we knew to be wrong, but the other paths looked dejected and derelict, with broken stiles to boot - ha ha. T.B. got a lead on and found himself next to a helicopter - from lilypad to helipad in one move.
We were stuck - we climbed over some gates, which Windy reminded us were endangering famous g------ area having 7 bars! We ended up back at the church - time was pressing, so we roaded it all the way back to the pub. A quick change, due to more rain, and in to the pub, to the table kindly booked by Farty. We sat by a real log fire - yes folks, this is July. Much better experience than last time, with polite staff, fresh flowers everywhere, clean and tidy, and good food - see, what a difference in just a few months.
Farty delighted us with a 1974 copy of Family Circle, and Lil and Clat both found their dinner service being advertised inside - oooo Midwinter was all the rage then you know. We re-discovered the joys of courtelle, twin sets, flowery prints and kaftans. Time to go - next week, as Windy will be taking her mother plus brain, for an appt. we shall walk from the Wotton Hatch at Wooton. Be there or be square as they probably said in 1974. Ta ta. 
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