Now due to my senior status, I joined the walk part way through and did the stretch from Forest Row to Hartfield. The fact that the pub break was in this section of the route, was purely coincidental of course, but I think 'Her Indoors' was ready for a sit down by the time we dropped at The Anchor.
She's not in the first flush of youth bless her.
Keeping a watchful eye on anyone going in their pockets in case there was the possibility of a treat as well as trying to keep up with the youngsters, did take it's toll a bit and I began to flag half way round. Ths spirit is willing but the arthiritus is weak. 'Her Indoors' stepped up to the mark pretty well to begin with and carried me, but she soon began to tire and started making unflattering comments about my weight. Doesn't she realise that carrying a small dog for any distance reduces the possiblity of developing 'bingo wings', an important consideration at her age, and is also the equivalent of a brisk half an hour in the gym? Anyway, fortunately Clapton Terrier's personal assistant was extremely obliging in the terrier transport department and I was very grateful.
If the staff at the pub were at all nonplussed by a group of muddy walkers and their furry entourage descending enmass for a pub lunch, they hid it well. The lunch looked delicious although there was a singular lack of sharing from 'Her Indoors'. It's just as well the waiter dropped some chips and Skipper's mum brought some sausages otherwise I would have been totally neglected.
I apologise for accessing pockets uninvited and for showing more investigative interest than was perhaps polite in Clapton Terrier, but any pub brawling or bawdy vocalising were kept to a minimum, and the dogs were quite well-behaved too, so we weren't thrown out which was a a positive.
It was very nice of Mabel and Archie's folks to give me and 'Her Indoors' a lift back to our car after lunch. I don't think I've had a ride in a car sitting on 'Her Indoors' knee since I was a puppy and I think traveling with four other dogs in one car was also a first. 'Him Indoors' doesn't really like me in his car, let alone accompanied by other dogs so it's just as well he was at work.
I am, quite frankly, exhausted, but in a pleasant way. There's nothing like a stroll with friends, some pleasant banter and a pub lunch to brighten a winter's day so thank you to Mrs Skipper for organising it and my Posse pals for their company.
|Spot, supervising a bit of tweeting.|
|A bit of high spirits in the pub|
|Where's the beer?|
|Quick Pals, noms.....|