Can it really be nearly bonfire night? The trees think so but nobody's told the weather. It was another day when whatever you wore in the morning was too little, but by lunchtime it was too much. 17 degrees, dry, nearly windless, and not a cloud in the sky. Wonderful.
A good turnout at Coffee Active: nice to see the Tadworth Twins, Pete Beyer and Jeff Tollerman, as well as Bob who had made the arduous journey all the way from Epsom. And Pam, a twenty mile journey just to see us for 11s - we were flattered. But we missed several of our favourite people: Maureen, Lilian, Ed, Tony, Bill, Alan - where were you? (And if there's anyone else I missed in that list, well, you were missed too, obvs.).
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| Nearly finished our drinks, but no food yet... |
The route was pretty straightforward: Pete led us up to Headley, where he departed, and we descended Pebble Hill to the flatlands of Betchworth and beyond. Well, when I say flatlands, I mean that we didn't climb Leith Hill or anything like that, but it was still lumpy: Trumpets Hill and Norwood Hill on the way to Charlwood, and then I remembered that Rusper is supposed to be the highest village in Surrey. Lunch was at the Star, Rusper, one of those pubs that still serves sandwiches (and a very large 'small' roast) on a Sunday. Yes - we sat outside! Food, when it came, was good.
Keith had a brainwave: why not have tea at Brockham church hall? Today teas were being provided by the Young Farmers - the last day they will be open this year. When we got there they obviously had far too much cake. Step forward Steve, who generously tried to help out as much as he possibly could. Bonfire-building was going well, in the midsummer-like weather. Thanks all for your company, and to David W for back-marking this morning. Here's to the memorable summer of 2018.
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| Does Steve look guilty or what? |
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As a knownall I know Rusper is in West Sussex (just)
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