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Sunday, February 17, 2013

Well, I'm writing this before the trauma of yesterday's events blanks it from my mind. So here goes.

Stonecot and I meet up at 9.05am (I'm five minutes late. This is normal practice. Stonecot is usually half an hour early except when she's an hour late. Look, shall I just get on with it?) and take the train to Merstham, a village in Surrey. I've been buying maps in Stanford's again, and have discovered that the North Downs Way goes along a ridge of hills all the way to Box Hill, which is where started a hike, got lost, and didn't meet a gruffalo.

You'll have to excuse my rather convoluted style. I'm really not recovered yet and probably never will be.

The start of the walk is really near Merstham station, which is great because we both hate having to walk a long way to get to the walk proper. We walk up a lane and across a golf course. It's a mild (10C) spring day, bits of blue sky, gentle climb up a hill.

I'm twiddling a walking stick lent to me by Stonecot who is expecting Mud. I think she's a bit of a pessimist but we quickly arrive at a muddy path that proves her right. Squelch (I am running out of verbs that mean 'to walk muddily' so if you can think of any, please let me know) along.

Emerge at length by a little thatched house which has had a thatched bird on it that has lost a bit of its straw so you can see how it was constructed, with a chicken wire frame.

A notice tells us this is Gatton Park, and we try to remember which of the royal family owns it, then we get to another notice telling us the National Trust owns it www.nationaltrust
so it turns out we've been confusing it with Gatcombe Park. We lose the path in a development of houses and a private school and someone redirects us. There are some goats in a field, and they may or may not be Mrs Marley and her kids. I never saw the point of goats till I developed a taste for goat cheese. Stonecot tells me an amusing story about fried goat.

Keep on up a woodland track now and stop to look at the view, sitting on a convenient bench placed there for that purpose.

I observe that the view is very Jane Austen and Stonecot comments that she can't stand Jane Austen, which I think is very unfortunate of her but that's what she's like. We exchange reminiscences about classics we have loathed, mainly because we 'did' them at school (me: Wuthering Heights; Stonecot: Shakespeare. All of him. In honour of this, the title of this blog is a spin on Twelfth Night which we both did and I loved it, she didn't) and get up and keep going. We're now climbing Reigate Hill, Stonecot informs me (she knows the area well but from a car, not from a mud puddle) and we have been climbing for some time, so lucky us, no steep climb to speak of.

At length we come to a tea 'ut.

This is a National Trust tea 'ut so it's a better class of tea 'ut than the tea 'ut you get in Epping Forest. We only want tea, but it's clear that if you asked for a latte at this tea hut, they'd have one. I get the tea and Stonecot bags a table and we look at the view and eat our sandwiches. It's a wonderful view.

Stonecot has brought us each some cake but I have also had lentil soup so I decide she can save my cake for later. We set off over a little painted bridge above a motorway. The first bit of the walk, we hardly saw a soul, but this bit is busy and you can see why because it's utterly gorgeous.

We come to a little temple thing which is apparently the Inglis Memorial and has a beautiful painted ceiling inside and another wowser view, which everyone is looking at. In the distance we can see a quarry, which we will pass, and one side of Box Hill. It doesn't look too far away.

So we tear ourselves away from the view and keep going, through woodland with scenic bits

and find ourselves at length going down a steep track, through which the chalk skeleton of the hillside is clearly visible.

It's VERY steep, and I'm hobbling along taking baby steps. The topsoil has been washed off the path and it's rocky and frankly unpleasant. We meet a couple coming the other way and the guy says as he passes me 'hope I'm near the top'. I don't like to tell him he's a third of the way up at most. So we get to the bottom and there's a path branching off and we debate with the map and Stonecot's posh iphone which way to go and there's no denying it, the path that leads straight up the hill again is the one. Luckily it only goes straight up for about five metres, it then turns along a field and becomes muddy. Very very muddy.

We do not enjoy this bit at all. We usually manage to go at about 2.5 mph, but this bit takes us a long time. Some of the puddles are over the top of my boots. Guess how I know this.

Stonecot is picking her way round the puddles and hanging on to the hedge or fence. We get to a better bit of path, and it's zigzagging about on the map and we keep following the signposts and turning this way and that. I take a pic of some interesting roots.

The path then takes us down what I would describe as an escarpment, therefore not something you would normally choose to walk down, being steep. It levels out and at length we walk across a field, along another bit of wood and out on to the road at Betchworth. One of us observes wistfully that you can get the train from Betchworth but the other is hellbent on self-destruction.

We come to a wicket gate. It is in the middle of this.

Walk along a bit and find a new bit of path that is across the top of the disused quarry. We're nearly there, we think.

Keep walking. And walking.

Walk up a hill. By this time we are both seriously shattered. Come at length to a grave at the top of a hill which turns out to be a horse grave, not a human. There's a seat near it and I admire the view.

When I mention to Stonecot that she is facing away from it she says, mutinously, 'I've seen it before'. It's been a long walk.

We set off again, and keep walking, and about an hour later I'm feeling a bit worried. There's no sign of the bits of Box Hill I was expecting to see. We meet a group of 20 somethings and ask directions but they don't know which way we should go. We follow them up steps set in the earth and keep walking along.

By now, the sun is on the horizon. I notice cars parked through the trees and we turn off and Stonecot recognises the place from her biker days (everyone has a past but mine isn't nearly as colourful as hers) and directs us along the road. We arrive at the cafe at the top of Box Hill long after it has shut. Fortunately, the loo is still open. By now, it's twilight.

It's eight years since I was at Box Hill, and I have to remember where the start of the track down to the station is. Luckily I get it right. We head off down that hill, a quarter mile long, like greased lightening and reach the road at the bottom more or less as night falls, passing someone on her way up it, bizarrely enough.

Get to the station and it's 40 minutes to the next train. There is, however, a seat.

We hiked (count them) 14 miles, 35,000 steps. It took us seven hours, much slower than usual but that was the squidginess of the paths. My memory is also squidgy - I'm sure I've got some bits of this in the wrong order.

At 1pm this morning, I woke up with excruciating cramps in both thighs. Just my body telling me what it thinks of unwonted exercise.

I'm taking it easy today.

I ate my cake as I wrote this blog and it was very nice.

Member Comments About This Blog Post:
JSPIN74 2/20/2013 3:26PM

    emoticon thank you...

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LADY_MARIANA 2/20/2013 1:08PM

    Sometimes and return and read your blogs a second time, they are that great!


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PATTISTAMPS 2/20/2013 12:18PM

    I have to say I only walked that far once in my life (actually 17 miles), but I was in my 20s, so it was quite some time ago! You are to be commended for a great walk, and chastised for overdoing it! (smile) Actually I am walking with you in my fantasy - and just enjoy your treks so much. Thanks for sharing!

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HFAYE81 2/20/2013 10:58AM

    A HORSE grave? What an interesting trip! That's A LOT of hiking, I'm glad you got to enjoy that cake, too emoticon emoticon emoticon

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KLONG8 2/20/2013 10:36AM

    I loved your adventure - love your sense of humor and style. Thanks for sharing and glad you survived this. I'm afraid I would have retreated when it became apparent that mud was the name of the day!

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REGSHAR 2/20/2013 10:14AM

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TIPPY211 2/20/2013 8:29AM

    That was a very long hike Enjoyed your discription

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LATVIAN_SANDY 2/20/2013 7:08AM

    emoticon This was fantastically fun reading! And wonderful pictures to boot!

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SHERYLDS 2/20/2013 7:01AM

    14 miles through that terrain...oh poor thing.
Hope you feel better after your rest.
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LIFETIMER54 2/20/2013 4:27AM

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SLFGOLF 2/20/2013 1:02AM

    What a hike! The story and pictures were beautiful.

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KAYYAK1 2/19/2013 11:04PM

  What a great time I had pretending I was slogging in the mud with you.

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KARENLEIGH32 2/19/2013 11:03PM

    Goodness that was a stroll for sure! I hope you stretched after you finished! I do wish I had some place around here to walk and look at the scenery like you have there.

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MADZI88 2/19/2013 8:54PM

    Loved that---thanks for an enjoyable piggyback ride on your jaunt!

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123456789100 2/19/2013 8:46PM

    Great blog post! No wonder you had shin splints, as we call them here, the next day!
Great job going even though it was muddy too.. I think I would have turned around and missed all those great scenic bits. I especially loved the pictures of the memorial and the painting inside!

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AJB121299 2/19/2013 6:51PM

    great job and love the photos

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    That is some amazing scenery. Wouldn't see stuff like that here in Nebraska, USA!

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WATERDIAMONDS 2/19/2013 5:47PM

    What a perfectly lovely way to describe a rather hellish/wonderful hike!

Thank you for the great writing.

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MANILUS 2/19/2013 4:33PM

    Great adventure and distance!

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CLOVER2 2/19/2013 4:15PM

  The pictures were fabulous. Thank you for taking us with you, and I am very impressed with the 14 miles. Don't know that I could have done that, even on a good day!

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    Great story. I would never found my way home. I'm pretty bad with directions. Scenery wae really pretty. Not to hep on walking through the mud. Iknow you were bushed. Thanks for sharing.

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JADASMOM2 2/19/2013 3:14PM

  Thank you for sharing your journey. Your pictures are, as usual, wonderful. I really liked the one of the tree roots. Your account made me feel as if I were there.

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AURORAMILLET 2/19/2013 2:50PM

    Love it!! emoticon

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ROSEBB 2/19/2013 2:20PM

    What a memorable trek. It's nice that you had pictures to share with the story. Are you planning to return soon? Heh! Heh! emoticon

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DIANNEMT 2/19/2013 2:17PM

    14 miles!! Wow... just wow....

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MIMETALKER 2/19/2013 1:54PM

    "Out of the jaws of death." Quote Twelfth Night. Act iii. Scene 4.

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SARAALINE 2/19/2013 1:39PM

    I hated Wuthering Heights too. It is, to date, the only book I have every physically thrown across the room.
Also, you totally deserved that cake. Congratulations on surviving a half marathon (and the walk back to the car). You'll be ready for "Tough Mudder" in no time. emoticon

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DJMASQQ265 2/19/2013 1:20PM

    Thank you for sharing your journey!

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JLLOVETT 2/19/2013 1:01PM

    14 miles - I'm out of breath!!! I fell down a couple of times but quickly got up so you wouldn't leave me behind!!!!

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KALEWINE 2/19/2013 12:54PM

    I love reading the stories of your walks. It sounds adventurous. And the pics are beautiful too!

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TKLBRIDGET 2/19/2013 12:18PM

    thanks for the lovely story and wonderful pictures! What an adventure!

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CLARALAW 2/19/2013 12:14PM

    I enjoyed my walk with you two this morning. Thank you for your blogs.

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DEEDAWN2013 2/19/2013 11:45AM

    Would love to go on a squidgy walk with you someday. Oh well, I'll just enjoy the digital walk instead. :)

Thanks for sharing!

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ALASKABRED 2/19/2013 11:25AM

    Lovely pictures and delightful story.

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AKATHLEEN54 2/19/2013 11:12AM

    Beautiful country!! Would love to walk there (minus the mud) Good going!!

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MOMSFIVE1028 2/19/2013 10:41AM

    Very well earned cake. emoticon

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FIRECOM 2/19/2013 9:46AM

    Absolutely beautiful Thanks for the wonderful walk.

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JUDYAMK 2/19/2013 9:46AM

    I loved your blog,7 hours is a long time, as i was reading I am saying gee I hope they make it back before dark sets in. Thanks for all the photos.take care.

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HOTLANTA88 2/19/2013 9:27AM

    This was so perfect and so funny. Last summer my husband and I dragged our two teenagers to hike Hadrian's Wall. So much of your post reminded me of that trip, particularly one day, when my husband kept coaxing us to "just get over that next hill" so we could stop for tea.

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ALIWVU121 2/19/2013 9:09AM

    Love it! As always, I enjoyed hearing about your adventure! Good Job on going for so long!!! That's impressive.

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JLEMUS1 2/19/2013 9:04AM

    Awesome hike, way to go 7 hours WOW!!! emoticon emoticon emoticon

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SFENNER 2/19/2013 9:02AM

    I would love to walk in England.

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LJOYCE55 2/19/2013 8:28AM

  You walked for 7 hours??? You must really like hiking to go that long. Congratulations even if your legs did not enjoy it.

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MYRTLE811 2/19/2013 7:37AM

  I felt like I was there with you; what a beautiful blog and how I wish I could be there hiking and stopping at a beautiful tea place! What an incredible journey you are on; sorry about the leg cramps, but keep on walking!

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    Great photos and blog

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