Tuesday 21 August
Sisters are Doing it for Themselves
Walkers: 4 Legs, Lil and Clat. Poor Farty has succumbed to a case of the lurgy and things are happening rather nastily at one end. She's not eaten for 24hrs so it must be bad. She is trying to rest, but as is usual at these in-convenient (no pun intended) times, the window man is there, replacing her sashes and ropes - oops 50 shades snuk in there.
Windy is in her mother's loft, looking for buried treasure, and sending many omg messages at the state and the amount of 'stuff' up there. She is going to be insulated - make what you will of that.
Trish is back out there with her erection, but is pleased with results so far.
Find of the walk: 0
Distance: 61/2 miles
We were booted and off by 1025!!! Clat, determined to get the hang of the wretched criss-cross paths etc on these heaths, took everyone to the very edge - and turned right. The weather was humid but grey, so walking was quite comfy really. Sue wondered about changing direction, to get to Fanny's Farm. This place has refurbished tea rooms which opened last Sat. so we do need to check it out. However, map produced, she realised it was a bit too far today.
So we kind of cobbled things together, and went off towards Lower Kingswood and the Mogador Road, along and through Margery Wood - everywhere was so quiet, and then it wasn't cos we crossed the M25. The view from Reigate Hill was lovely today, and before long Sue needed to 'refresh' herself. Heading into a clump of trees, she came face-to-face with a bunch of Herdwickes then some other walkers with the same idea. Chris, meanwhile, having spotted a man clad in white overalls, mask, and a spray gun in his hand, had to go and investigate. We had just had a conversation about some horrible caterpillars which can leave a hair or two around you, and bingo - you get a lurgy too. He explained he was spraying the hawthorn - that's a new one on me. We also met Bert, a rescue j.r and a very friendly canine.
The offer of going steeply down and steeply up again, was declined so we went along instead. Time to cross the M25 again, and in to Walton Heath golf course. We came across a man looking for his balls........................ All was going well and we passed by The Sportsman and on the right path. However, some mis-signing, and some mis-management on my part, meant a mis-direction - oh heck. So a bit of retracement occurred, and we eventually made it back to base, with a quick stop to stroke a 12 week cockapoo, which is not a bird with incontinent problems, but a dog - called Millie.
The pub is looking magnificent with its stupendous hanging baskets - you really should see them. We were welcomed warmly by Wendy again, and explained what had happened to our group. Great food as always, and then Sue got the munchies and a pud was required - she does not have worms but is ravenous today. A raspberry and coconut creation arrived, and was declared yummy - 'i could eat that again' she declared, but she didn't. We finished our repast and left for home.
Next week is Lil's birthday walk (27th is her actual date, which means that next year, on her significant day, it will be a Tuesday - hurrah) - she is trying to make up her mind and I shall let you know. Take care and keep well out there.
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