An hour for a cup of tea...???

Date: Sun 13th April
Distance: 18.7 km (11.6 miles)
Location: Deacon Hill, Lilley, Pirton
Participants: Robbos, Gee, Lurch.

The morning saw an early frosty start to the day when Lurch, Gee and the Robbos met up for a re run of Wols Saturday adventure. The frost in this instance was generated by Mrs R as unbeknown to me I had apparently kept her awake by taking an hour to make a cup of tea after failing to make the pre walk curfew following an Oliver Reed style bender in London.


In my defence I had resisted the urge to demolish the rhubarb cake cooked for the walk and also didn't drink the half bottle of wine in the fridge - so if it was an hour, at least I behaved myself suffice from talking to the cats too loudly as well - the court ruled in my favour due to insufficient evidence - no case to answer to.

Fortunately the bright Sunday morning saw the frost lift as we started out on the Icknield Way - todays essential item missing from the kit bag were Rennies and chewing gum - Beaujolais for supper and egg sandwiches for breakfast did not work particularly well as a combination.


The walk itself was particularly enjoyable with a few hills thrown in, lots of tits zipping about in the hedgerows and highlight was the rhubarb cake stop. Lurch also excelled himself by doing 8 body pops allegedly in the style of press ups. I was disappointed that there were no takers for the gym class at the top of Deacon Hill but at one point we did manage a jog as Nik was trying to catch us up - a take on pulling away in the car when someone is trying to get in and equally as humorous - kids eh! We also now have a special date marked in Lurch's holiday calender - I'm sure that SMS technology will keep us up to date of progress.


3 hours fifteen minutes saw us get round the loop, finishing literally 2 minutes before the heavens opened. I was particularly impressed by my completing the walk and have been warned that any such pre walk drinking and curfew abuse will be met by a fine of two weeks wages. I'm not so much bothered by that when compared to the alternative threat of waking up cuddling the toilet brush for any future abuses.


Robbo.