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Mud, mud, inglorious mud
A forecast of persistent drizzle did not discourage twelve walkers from gathering at the Bletchingley Arms on November 29 for a late autumn tramp. The group set off southwards and within a few minutes John Parker fell victim to the muddy path, though suffering only a loss of dignity and a covering of slime.
Valiant walkers negotiate the mud
A surprise at the Surprise
Twelve walkers set off from the Golden Ark, a cosy micropub on Selsdon's high street, on November 4. We crossed the main road and entered Littleheath Woods, whereupon Roger Lee and his partner Faith called Dave the Navigator to say they had just arrived at the pub. Techie Dave sent them GPS locations and they caught up with the main party as it entered Bramley Bank.
By Heathfield Pond
A tale of two sunsets
Nine walkers assembled at the Fox on Coulsdon Common on 16 October, a venue which happily suited the morning environmental activities of Dave our Navigator. Upon leaving the Fox, we negotiated slippery grass and steps across the wonderful Happy Valley, and up a muddy track onto Leazes Lane. A narrow path traversed the Surrey National Golf Course before emerging onto the busy Rook Lane.
The nine plus Ted at Harrow halfway point
An autumn walk
Six doughty hardy walkers left the Feathers Hotel in Merstham and crossed the road into the aptly named Quality Street. They headed west towards the North Downs Way through Merstham cricket club and Reigate Hill golf club, with its wonderful views in all directions.
The six plus Ted and Sally at the mid-walk break at the Yew Tree
The bus boys go walking
For the first time, all six walkers who gathered at the Aperfield Inn near Biggin Hill on September 9 had come by public transport. Only social member Ted Mouat arrived by car.
Five of the six bus-riders (photos John Parker)
The wettest walk
The auguries for the walk on August 12 were not good. The usual pre-amble drinkers, Dave, Polly and JP, who had arrived at the Carpenters Arms in Limpsfield by bus, watched from the bar as the rain poured down outside. Polly was particularly disconcerted, as he had somehow misread the forecast and arrived with a poncho of dubious quality acquired for free at a sporting event. In addition, the sole of one of his shoes had come adrift.
Eight of the wettest walkers