Lost on the Surrey/Sussex Borders

So far 2017 seems to be The Year of Not Blogging, but hopefully that will change. It is also the year when language comes under fresh assaults from people who call lies alternative truths.

But let’s draw a veil over the last few days and think of something else, something that reminds me why the world is somewhere I still enjoy, and why I think it’s worth fighting to protect.

As I said in my last post over a week ago, Celia and I went on a ramble and as it was the anniversary of Aunt’s death, we thought we could call it Auntie Mary’s Walk. Just one problem: we’re not entirely sure where we went. Celia and I have yet to go on a ramble where we don’t get lost.

At this point I’m pretty sure we were on the right track.

Hedgehog Lane

Hedgehog Lane

Postbox and Black Cat

Postbox and Black Cat

This wasn’t the route we were following, but it ran alongside ours for a while.

Fancy a Pint?

Fancy a Pint?

In retrospect, perhaps we should have followed it, as we never did reach the pub. As the pubs we have planned to eat at in the past have invariably been closed or no longer serving food, lunch has been the point where we have deviated from our planned route and ended up somewhere we did not expect to be. This time, although Celia called the pub and confirmed they were indeed still open and sold hot meals, I announced that given our track record, I intended to take soup with me. It was this (deserved) lack of faith that prompted Celia to go to Stanfords and buy a map. Though she did bring sandwiches.

We got lost quite early on, but were rescued by a woman walking a rather lovely Golden Retriever called Bingo. Naturally I do not know the woman’s name. She set us on the right direction and off we went. Given that we passed most of the things she told us to look out for, I don’t understand how we found ourselves at the wrong end of the map.

However by that time we had been thoroughly enjoying ourselves. The fields and ditches were covered in a dusting of snow.

A Dusting of Snow

A Dusting of Snow

We spent a lot of time looking at this tree, home to some glorious fungi.

Fungi Tree

Fungi Tree

Fan Fungi

Fan Fungi

Layered Fungi

Layered Fungi

Russet Fungi

Russet Fungi

Domed Fungi

Domed Fungi

A tree nearby had fabulous lichen.

Eau-de-Nil Lichen

Eau-de-Nil Lichen

And in the next field there were donkeys who seemed happy to see us.

Interested Donkey

Interested Donkey

Brown Donkey

Brown Donkey

Taupe Donkey

Taupe Donkey

At the top of the not very steep hill, we snacked on our provisions and enjoyed the view.

The View

The View

True, we could see quite a long way, but this sign seemed hyperbolic.

Eagle's Crag

Eagle’s Crag

We were still quite happy with our progress. I had yet to discover that the tinned soup I’d put in my thermos flask contained an ingredient that would bring me out in an allergic rash, and Celia still thought she knew where we were on the map.

That changed at the bottom of the hill. There were a few houses, and a phone box. Someone had made two snowmen.

Two Snowmen

Two Snowmen

It was very nice, but there was no pub, and it was in quite the wrong direction. We found our way again without too much trouble, and arrived in Haslemere in time to enjoy the shops, and a café stop just as the rain came down. Celia fell in love with an enormous log basket and we both came home with new clothes. The basket shop had this sign in the window.

In Memoriam

In Memoriam

Aunt would have approved.

I’m hoping Celia will join me when I do a stretch of the Greensand Way in a couple of weeks. I’m meeting my clever cousin Russell. He’s a sculptor, and he’s agreed to show me a seat he was commissioned to make to go on this long distance route. I saw it on his website and loved it. You can see it here.

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11 thoughts on “Lost on the Surrey/Sussex Borders

    • We are now more or less resigned to getting lost being a feature of our rambles 🙂 Russell’s work is just wonderful. I almost prefer his Gaudi inspired seating to the original!
      I’m sure he’d be happy if you were to commission him…

  1. Beautiful post and lovely photos. Reminds me that we’re overdue for a good ramble. Hope you have recovered from the rash. Yikes! (Also enjoyed getting lost for a bit in your cousin’s work!)

    • I am so out of the habit of rambling. I used to go out several times a month, now it’sseveral times a year, if that.
      Urticaria is my body’s favourite way of reacting to allergies. Fortunately this was fairly limited, taking daily anti-histamine tablets and washing with aqueous cream means that I now just have a shadow of an itch!
      I am really looking forward to seeing that bench. There is something about it I just love.

    • Every now and then you see a piece of art that just speaks to you, that’s how I feel about this bench. I am glad it is in a public place and not in a priavte garden.

    • Walking is just the best. You see more on two wheels than four, but when you walk you really get the opportunity to see your environment, and there’s that lovely moment when your body seems to be part of where you are: connected to the earth and the sky.

  2. Lovely to have your photos, especially of the fungi, and the names too. My resolution for next time is to take a compass reading each time we make a turn. Really looking forward to seeing the bench – at least Russell will know the way!

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