A reeling road, a rolling road, that rambles round the shire

"The rolling English drunkard made the rolling English road.

A reeling road, a rolling road, that rambles round the shire"

In this case we revelled in the rolling English lanes of Surrey and Sussex rendered glorious by the sun and abundance of Spring flowers.

The previous week, two of us left the Drome in wind and light rain. This week, there were 16 of us. They included a friend of Jacquie's, Janet, who is traing for the YMCA Redhill to Paris in 24 hours, and  friends of Stuart Metcalfe, Vincent and Tony, who I met in Romania last year. 

We followed said lanes at a good pace to the Granary at Wiston. Good news: we could sit in the sun in a sheltered garden. Bad news: long wait for food for those at the end of the queue. Eventually, half the group started back for home leaving eight of us to finish our early lunch/late breakfast before heading back, rpobably at a more leisurely pace, enjoying the almost overpowering scent of the bluebells.

Reminder: 'Tiptoeing through the Bluebells' for my next heading?

Mike Ormerod

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Sunday Steady 13-04-2014
Sunday Steady 13-04-2014